Just call me 3 flat whites
Today I went to order 3 coffees from a regular haunt and discovered two new faces driving the coffee machine instead of the usual familiar face that we have grown to rely on, for a half decent coffee in this particular mall.
After watching one of the young girls make a coffee for the person in front of me, a sense of urgency came over me,..to increase the distance between myself and the coffee maker.
The two milk jugs were nothing short of revolting, the caked on gunge in and around the jugs,.and on the thermometers was tempting,..but nah I just wasnt up for a dose of micro-organisms with my coffee today thanks. And.. mmm mmm.. scoop some unknown ground from a dirty tin into a filllllllllllllthy portafilter (makes vomit noises),. finger the grounds on top of the portafilter,.. dont tamp at all
and pour the shot. Yummmmy :
No thanks. "yooohooo girrrrrls???,..Have ya done this before???"
Off around the corner I ran,..to what I thought at the time was the only other coffee shop in the immediate area (did a recky after and found two more for next time). It was a GJs cafe. I ordered 3 flat whites to take away (lonnnnnnnng walk back to tables we were sitting at) and as I handed the money over for them,. I heard an ear piercing shrill from the young girl(read rabid banchee woman) who was making the coffees as she shouted on the top of her lungs in her delightful :-? high pitched voice >
to the tables outside of the cafe and into the mall..." Order for Suzaaaaaaaaaaaane!!!!" It gave me such a fright because I was right next to her and my right ear copped the full volume of it and it was ringing,.. in my annoyance before I could stop myself,..I said in a loud angry voice,.OH... MY... GOD...!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!! What kind of service is that??" The girl I handed my money over to said,."Oh we have to yell really loud for them to hear out there sometimes" Um helloooo? Have you heard of table service or buzzers???,..do ya think this might annoy your customers sitting inside?? I looked around the cafe at the customers sitting at tables inside (some were reading and got a fright too),..there were heads shaking and looks of astonishment all round.
Sooh,.. then the girl taking my order asked me for my name and after what Id just heard,..I imagined hearing my name screamed into the mall by a rabid banchee woman and said,.."um,... I dont think so,...... three flat whites"
While waiting close by,.. in the hope of gesturing to the banchee that I am three flat whites to save her voice and our ears of further damage,.. I watched the coffee making process and ack.... please change your cloth more often,.. putting that filthy black(from coffee) cloth into the portafilter where my coffee is about to be poured through is a huuuge turn-off. The coffee tasted ok,.. but I couldnt get that dirty cloth out of my mind. *note to self,.. never go there again*
I dont know what I prefer,.. the first cafe just banged the portafilter (no wipe out) and into the wet and dirty portafilter the next lot of grounds were dumped,.... or a wipe ( 1 sec sweep rather) with a dirty black cloth.
Oh my!!.... I am such a snob.. I must be... I cannot help noticing all this stuff now,.. being a coffee snob is tough,.. I am enjoying coffee out less and less.
Today I went to order 3 coffees from a regular haunt and discovered two new faces driving the coffee machine instead of the usual familiar face that we have grown to rely on, for a half decent coffee in this particular mall.
After watching one of the young girls make a coffee for the person in front of me, a sense of urgency came over me,..to increase the distance between myself and the coffee maker.
The two milk jugs were nothing short of revolting, the caked on gunge in and around the jugs,.and on the thermometers was tempting,..but nah I just wasnt up for a dose of micro-organisms with my coffee today thanks. And.. mmm mmm.. scoop some unknown ground from a dirty tin into a filllllllllllllthy portafilter (makes vomit noises),. finger the grounds on top of the portafilter,.. dont tamp at all
and pour the shot. Yummmmy :
No thanks. "yooohooo girrrrrls???,..Have ya done this before???"Off around the corner I ran,..to what I thought at the time was the only other coffee shop in the immediate area (did a recky after and found two more for next time). It was a GJs cafe. I ordered 3 flat whites to take away (lonnnnnnnng walk back to tables we were sitting at) and as I handed the money over for them,. I heard an ear piercing shrill from the young girl(read rabid banchee woman) who was making the coffees as she shouted on the top of her lungs in her delightful :-? high pitched voice >
to the tables outside of the cafe and into the mall..." Order for Suzaaaaaaaaaaaane!!!!" It gave me such a fright because I was right next to her and my right ear copped the full volume of it and it was ringing,.. in my annoyance before I could stop myself,..I said in a loud angry voice,.OH... MY... GOD...!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!! What kind of service is that??" The girl I handed my money over to said,."Oh we have to yell really loud for them to hear out there sometimes" Um helloooo? Have you heard of table service or buzzers???,..do ya think this might annoy your customers sitting inside?? I looked around the cafe at the customers sitting at tables inside (some were reading and got a fright too),..there were heads shaking and looks of astonishment all round. Sooh,.. then the girl taking my order asked me for my name and after what Id just heard,..I imagined hearing my name screamed into the mall by a rabid banchee woman and said,.."um,... I dont think so,...... three flat whites"
While waiting close by,.. in the hope of gesturing to the banchee that I am three flat whites to save her voice and our ears of further damage,.. I watched the coffee making process and ack.... please change your cloth more often,.. putting that filthy black(from coffee) cloth into the portafilter where my coffee is about to be poured through is a huuuge turn-off. The coffee tasted ok,.. but I couldnt get that dirty cloth out of my mind. *note to self,.. never go there again*
I dont know what I prefer,.. the first cafe just banged the portafilter (no wipe out) and into the wet and dirty portafilter the next lot of grounds were dumped,.... or a wipe ( 1 sec sweep rather) with a dirty black cloth.
Oh my!!.... I am such a snob.. I must be... I cannot help noticing all this stuff now,.. being a coffee snob is tough,.. I am enjoying coffee out less and less.

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