Willi's really is tucked away in a quiet street with Byzantine parking regulations. I think it may have been an Italian restaurant in a previous incarnation. Now it nestles beneath the trees with the wooden floor, the quirky decor (old picture frames with cups, jugs salt and pepper pots emerging), the frankly wonderful array of cakes (Victoria sponge like you have never tasted and which I demolished at a speed that astonished my companion), newspapers to browse of course, lazy afternoon music and a sprinkling of other customers. Ideally placed for the people who live in the beautiful town houses or snug little mews nearby, or the mums catching up after dropping the kids off at school, or the clientele of the exclusive shops further along the street.
Willi's know their niche. It's good coffee, fine teas (silk pyramid infusions, I tell you, not a teabag in sight), good food. It's Jesmond. It's a little fantasy world. So just for a short while I played the game - I lived in a house like that, used those shops, had a residents parking permit, and it was always sunny. Harmless, like most fantasy, but don't start believing it.
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