Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Espresso, DJ's, Ventnor, Isle of Wight

The woman behind the counter looked like everyone's great auntie. Not the little, frail, white-haired type of great auntie, but the tougher great auntie who is always baking. In our case, like Auntie Elsie.

The cup and saucer looked like the dinner set my grandparents reserved for camping only. It was beige, and had a wierd darker brown, textured, feature stripe. And the coffee came with one of those little capsules of UHD milk, and a plastic-wrapped caramelised biscuit.

The shot of coffee, however, did not reflect this worrying build up. It was very short and strong looking, and even had some crema. It wasn't quite hot enough, but that simply meant I was out of there more quickly. Looks can be deceiving.

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