It was during a historical slave walk through the rich, crumbling streets of Glasgow when a young farmer turned graphic designer stumbled upon — then was followed — by a dark figure named James McCune Smith.
Months later, with a rented Duke Street premises under his thumb, Dan Taylor was sitting in the pub discussing “shitty names” for his café. “My brother was reading them out. Yummy Yum, Tasty… Then he said McCune Smith and everything just detonated.”
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