What the Dickens!? This not-allowed-to-tell-you-what flat dirty brew hits notes only available on the stale end of the tongue. A slightly turpy aftertaste sneaks around the mouth like rumplestiltskin at the maternity ward. Freeze dried coffee at its... let's say best.
A good selection of healthy and unhealthy breakfasts. No substitutions allowed! You can't even swap coffe and milk for a cappuccino (Yes, I know). Definitely throwing for every shilling, this storybook cafe, perhaps trying to wash off their Colonial roots by offering Shebeen Style Seating and cutlery.
Communal rows of benches, dark and mysterious atmosphere, dramatic psychedelic Mambo music, delightful Bardot-esque and Tretchikoff prints. Cutely Kitsch.
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