O for a beaker full of the warm South
I miss Australian coffee. Those little latte glasses filled with delicate brown and white froth. And the cups of flat white, still frothy on the top but with more substance underneath. And the artful patterns etched into the surface. And having the mornings free to savour them. And a groovy Melbourne cafe to savour them in. And a handsome man to savour them with.
posted by Dan in Melbourne at 7:39 am
4 Comments:
what're coffees like in london?
lovely sentiments, dan.
oh, i've heard the coffee in london is THE PITS. my dear friend, who emigrated there 7 years ago, still blanches when she admits she has to get her coffee at starbucks [or go without]. poor pet.
come back soon, dan! avoid a decaffienating disaster!
Coffee in London is not great, Ryan. Though, mskp, your friend might be interested in a new(ish) place called Flat White in Berwick Street that's on a mission to bring Aussie coffee to the city. I haven't tried it yet, but I've heard good things.
Very true. Melbourne has the best and cutest Baristas!
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