For the love of coffee
It’s no secret that piping-hot, thick-as-tar coffee is the way to my heart (well, it sure isn’t now). So when important people in our lives do something so little, yet so thoughtful – like hunt down one of few remaining books for you – you can’t help but serve them another helping of affection.
Now to try out every flat white, skinny latte and choc-dusted cappuccino listed, and drop some blatant hints about red shoes…
Ooh I think I might have to get a copy of that. I’m sick of having bad coffee in this city.
I believe it was quite hard to find. Think he got it here: http://www.taylor-st.com/locations/locations.html.
Definitely try Milk Bar on Bateman Street though, really Berlin-like, and great coffee, too.