I went to London for a meeting and whist in town one of my colleges said "I know this grate coffee house, it severs the best expresso in London". Well whats a chap to do, when presented with the offer of the best expresso in London. Walk for twenty minutes in the pissing rain, getting socked to the skin, that's what.
Eventually, we arrived at 1882 and the sign outside did indeed promise the best expresso in London. We went straight in and I stood looking at the menu, whilst the drips off my coat made puddles on the floor. The barista, prompted me to order "regular flat white with sugar, please". "Sorry sir we don't serve flat whites". "I'll have a cappuccino, then, thanks".
I started drinking flat whites about 2 years ago, an antipodean drink in origin and similar to a latte, however a latte should be served in a glass where as a flat white comes in a cup and saucer, who knew, just looked it up. There are apparently also some other subtle differences to do with milk and micro-foam.
It would appear that the Times has not woken up to the fact that the nature of coffee in our capital is changing. Not longer are people prepared to except a brown, thin liquid, resembling buddy rain as coffee.
The coffee at 1882 is comparable to some the bigger chains, ok, nothing more. Will I go again; But this way, I wont be seeking them out.
I hadn't been up to London for a while and was presently surprise by the number of decent independent coffee house spring up selling carefully roasted, blended and served drinks. All I can hope is that this trend spreads across the country, banishing all 3rd rate dirty ditchwater mongeriors.
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