The sign says best Italian espresso in town, why the need to advertise? I'll tell you why - A virtual creme brulee of foam seals in an overcooked medium roast, while a hint of chemical bitter bakes the tongue to the roof of the mouth. The infamous TummyAchy bean has fried its way into another cafe Italiano; not quite so pleasant, not quite so Italian.
Tables are charming blue and white (all 4 of them) with deep red walls dotted with english flowers, Dutch tins on the tables with African flower pots... perhaps cooked refers to the other, more medicated vernacular. Food is your choice of pizza or sarmies.
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