Travels in search of quiet eating
Sometimes I am accused of being a snob. Sometimes I agree. I admit that I am a picky man, particularly when it comes to coffee. However, like all whimsical irritants, my tastes constantly change. At times I like or hate all of the following: burnt,…
Putting thoughts of blasphemy to one side, this coffee shop had a rather interesting name. In computer games that I have known, the deluxe ultimate mega-fiend slaying move guaranteed to bag you the win seemed to generate an even more fantastical name the further and…
One thing that is guaranteed to increase interest is the great reveal. It is particularly gratifying when it ends up squashing someone down to their appropriate size. I can remember in days gone when the bully would act all high and mighty. Happily shoving others…
It is amazing what people do when they think no one is watching. Over a early morning coffee on Sunday, from my perch half a floor above him, I watched a guy who discretely put three sugars into his coffee. Snob that I am,…
I know about Monocle as a fashionable magazine from my time in Japan. I didn’t know that they had made the jump to serving beverages too. Maybe this is an idea for me although my current career and drink don’t really mix, except to dull…