Friend R loves her coffee. I love coffee too. That’s one of the many reasons why we’re such good friends.
She is also constantly on a quest to find the perfect cup of coffee in this enormous city. It has taken her far and wide.
She recently found her coffee Mecca. And luckily, she started introducing her friends to it. It was her idea that I do a post on it. So here we go!
We needed to meet early. Any later would have meant waiting in a long queue so 10am on a Saturday morning I schlepped my way to Covent Garden’s Seven Dials and found her staring at freshly baked croissants and trying to decide what coffee to have. We decided to take our time, sit down and do this properly.
Breakfast was a flat white for both of us, a lovely croissant for me and fresh brioche for R. The flat whites were great but R felt the need for another coffee. So we asked if we could do some coffee tasting as she’d experienced there before.
That’s when the jitters began. They lasted all day. I’m never having that much coffee ever again. The coffee however blew me away.
First up was a smooth blend from Ethiopia. The coffee can be traced directly to the growers too.
Next was a blend from Kenya that was strong with an acidic taste but a bit too full on for my taste.
The barista explained the processes involved in the coffee so well. It was like going to a wine tasting but ending up coffee drunk instead.
We spent the rest of the day hunting down some of London’s Fabergé Easter Eggs and were so hyper that we walked all the way from Covent Garden to Buckingham Palace, up through Green Park, all around Hyde Park, through South Kensington to the V&A Museum and finished up at Kensington’s Cafe Creperie; talking obnoxiously fast the entire way. I was still bouncing off the walls at 11pm that evening. I’m not ever having that much coffee in one sitting ever again, but I will be back to buy some of those Ethiopian coffee beans for a nice cup on a Sunday morning with the papers.