Well, I talked my good lady into having a coffee at somewhere other than GJs today. Ever since I grabbed my new toy a week or so ago, she has quite patiently listened to my ramblings about needing to get a grinder, and then a popcorn popper, and the tamper thats on the way, maybe upgrading in time, and even maybe growing some beans in the backyard myself.
Well, maybe not that last bit.
Anyways, we lobbed over to Montague Rd in West End here in sunny brissie today to try an establishment which only recently opened here. No, this isnt a back door around the fifty post qualification benchmark needed to post in the Best coffee places section. Talk about a new taste. Ive worked over that part of town in the past, so was a bit suss about the potential location. These fears were proven correct. The chipped concrete floor and pillars, beautifully coated in some el cheapo paint, the old roller doors, even a web or two around the roller door axle. All it needed was some grease stains and a few oily rags to be complete.
Ive never enjoyed a coffee more! The friendly open welcome, and wonderfully relaxed atmosphere were perfect!!
I didnt know even where to start! Do I show my ignorance and ask to have the different beans explained? What do I order? Can I actually ask for my good wifes usual tipple .. half strength skinny latte? Does that even qualify as a coffee?
These questions bedevilled me, so I just went for it anyways. I decided to go for a long macchiato to best give me the chance to sample the bean as close to natural as possible, and stick with my ladys tried and true. We werent grabbed by security and ejected as I placed the order, so I figured we were either being humoured as complete noddys who deserved of their sympathy, or they werent the elitist snobs I may have imagined.
My wifes reaction..."This is nice". That is as good a compliment as it gets from her! For me, my macchiato ensured that I will not only be going back there, but spend some time and dollars at home chasing that elusive shot of gold.
So the obsession begins! :P
Well, maybe not that last bit.
Anyways, we lobbed over to Montague Rd in West End here in sunny brissie today to try an establishment which only recently opened here. No, this isnt a back door around the fifty post qualification benchmark needed to post in the Best coffee places section. Talk about a new taste. Ive worked over that part of town in the past, so was a bit suss about the potential location. These fears were proven correct. The chipped concrete floor and pillars, beautifully coated in some el cheapo paint, the old roller doors, even a web or two around the roller door axle. All it needed was some grease stains and a few oily rags to be complete.
Ive never enjoyed a coffee more! The friendly open welcome, and wonderfully relaxed atmosphere were perfect!!
I didnt know even where to start! Do I show my ignorance and ask to have the different beans explained? What do I order? Can I actually ask for my good wifes usual tipple .. half strength skinny latte? Does that even qualify as a coffee?
These questions bedevilled me, so I just went for it anyways. I decided to go for a long macchiato to best give me the chance to sample the bean as close to natural as possible, and stick with my ladys tried and true. We werent grabbed by security and ejected as I placed the order, so I figured we were either being humoured as complete noddys who deserved of their sympathy, or they werent the elitist snobs I may have imagined.
My wifes reaction..."This is nice". That is as good a compliment as it gets from her! For me, my macchiato ensured that I will not only be going back there, but spend some time and dollars at home chasing that elusive shot of gold.
So the obsession begins! :P

Couldnt start up a demarcation dispute.
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