This morning, I was up at the crack of dawn (for me!) — 7 a.m. to be exact—for my biennial heart check-up at St George’s Hospital. With the comforting thought that “no news is good news,” I left with a clean bill of health and decided to treat myself to a celebratory breakfast. As I strolled towards Tooting Broadway, I couldn’t resist being drawn into a charming café, Tartine Artisanal. From the moment I stepped inside, I was warmly welcomed and shown to a seat. As I scanned the menu and took in the cosy ambiance, I initially thought I had walked into a traditional Parisian style café. But something…