23 Jan 2011
It’s a lazy, grey Sunday in London and I’m feeling slightly ropey from a party last night. Coffee is a big theme for today so what could be a better time to look back at the lovely coffee I drank in New Zealand than now?
I like coffee. I can distinguish good coffee from bad coffee. But when it comes to describing all the nuances of various coffee fragrances I must admit I don’t possess a cultured enough palate.
However in London there are 2 particular flavours which are seem to be most prevalent to me when it comes to coffee… burnt or watery. Sorry London, I love you but your coffee is terrible! How so many Londoners are happy to drink such bad coffee I shall never understand! *cough* Any large coffee chain in London *cough*
Of course there are also many amazing independent cafes in London that do make excellent coffee, but you really have to know where they are – I have maps to these fine establishments burned into my mind.
I’ve been particularly spoilt, being raised amongst the famous cafe culture of New Zealand’s capital city. It’s generally pretty difficult to find a bad coffee there. I certainly made the most of our wonderful cafes during my holiday and it really is too good to pass by without a mention, so here is my little tribute to all the coffee I enjoyed at various locations around Wellington.