Latte, Market Lane, Broadsheet, MFWF

The last cup

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Flat White, Proud Mary, Broadsheet, MFWF

See below for extremely long caption.

From left to right:
1. Pain au chocolat. Or "chocolate croissant" if you don't know how to pronounce "au".
2. There was a guy walking around dishing out free tastes of the pourover. This was Colombian Something.
3. Well, I didn't get one of the blue cups. I ordered a flat white "to have here", I thought that would do it, but I guess not. Who do you have to root to get your coffee served in a blue cup?

Having said that, Proud Mary have been my favourite. It may be a little premature to say that now, on the second-to-last day of MFWF, but hey, for Market Lane to take out pole position tomorrow they would have to have Creedence playing live.

So, I should really go to Proud Mary more often. Why did I stop going there? Oh, right. I think I remember now. The funniest complaint I've ever said to a waiter was at Proud Mary.

"Excuse me, I think this record is playing at the wrong speed."

It was Lullaby by The Cure. If you've heard that song even once in your life, you'd be able to tell straight away if it's not at the right speed. So if this guy's never heard Lullaby before, why is he putting it on?


But that's not a good enough reason to not go to Proud Mary. It must be the location. If I'm driving, it can be a nightmare to park near. If I'm walking or biking, it's at the bottom of a pretty nasty hill. What can I say. I'm not into hills.

Latte, Dead Man Espresso, Broadsheet, MFWF

A cup of coffee.

Oh. That's right. I forgot I never posted the rest of these. Sorry for the dramatic three month pause. Dead Man were great. I guess. It was three months ago, I have no idea. But I went there on Sunday too.

Latte, Proud Mary, Broadsheet, MFWF

Day eight. We're coming towards the end of the MFWF season, but this is Proud Mary's first day on. They've more than made up for their tardiness though. They really went to town (literally) in making Broadsheet look like their own while they're here.

Creedence just sounds better through grille-less three-way woodgrain speakers.

Old speakers, a cold drip setup in the middle of the table, and my favourite part: those distinctive blue cups. To top it all off, they were listening to Creedence. Perfect. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to stick around and enjoy it. I'll have to leave that until Sunday.

That's pretty full.

Tomorrow: Dead Man are back. And this time I'll actually be there.

Latte, Five Senses, Broadsheet, MFWF

Five Senses. Round two.

Looks like I stole Brian's coffee again.

I'd write more, but I'm writing this the next day, and if I don't hurry up I won't have time to visit Broadsheet again.

Latte, Seven Seeds, Broadsheet, MFWF

NOTE: I should probably disclose that I wasn't charged for this cup of coffee on this occasion. It's worth mentioning, just in case you detect any resulting bias in this post. I'd be impressed if you could, considering I rarely say much about the coffee. With that in mind...

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Day six. Seven Seeds are back.

Seven Seeds, one cup. I can't promise that I won't make that joke again any time soon.

I learned a lot today.

• They're doing take-away-only because there's nowhere to wash the cups. No plumbing. That's good enough for me, given the temporary nature of the place. They're only here for eleven days, installing a sink and/or a dishwasher is pretty much out of the question. They will still do porcelain for espressi if you ask for it.
• If you're buying a new Macbook Pro any time soon and you're curious about the benefits of SSD and whether Thunderbolt will really be a gamechanger, your best source of information is probably eavesdropping at Broadsheet Cafe. Cibi has its fair share of Mac conversations too.
• Broadsheet (the publication) does not seem to be, by definition, a broadsheet. It looks more like a tabloid to me. But let's face it: turning pages in a broadsheet is a pain in the arse if you have less than a squash court in which to do it. In a crowded cafe at a communal table elbow-to-elbow with other broadsheet-flipping strangers? Impossible. So if Broadsheet Cafe is indeed the true incarnation of Broadsheet, tabloid is a good choice of size. It's much easier to turn pages of Broadsheet than a broadsheet at Broadsheet.
• The Last Magazine is actually a broadsheet. But it's not, by definition, the last magazine: I saw another one not five seconds later. Maybe, if they speak the same dialect of irony as Broadsheet, they should just change their name to Tabloid and be done with it.
• The sandwiches at Broadsheet are pretty amazing. Difficult to eat without everything falling out, but that's more a design flaw of the open-ended baguette.
• And some stuff about inline CSS being a bad idea. But it comes in handy if you use Blogger.

Latte, The Premises, Broadsheet, MFWF

Day five. Today's operator is The Premises, all the way from Kensington. I've never been there before, so it was good to get a sneak preview of what they do. It was kind of like seeing the trailer.

This summer.

M. Night Shyamalan's

T h e   P r e m i s e s .

What's that shadow being cast over the whole scene? An expected unexpected plot twist?

Oh, right. It was just me. Not a great photo, but it would have been a bit weird to move seats just for a better photo of my coffee. It would have been weirder still to lean to one side, closer to one of the strangers I was sitting near, just to get my shadow out of the way. It's good to see the various operators of Broadsheet are bringing their own respective flavours in. The Premises were the first I've seen serving pourover coffee in addition to espresso (either that, or I just haven't noticed the other doing it), and also had some particularly amazing brownies (pictured below, half eaten). In the interest of keeping it all homologous, click here for Broadsheet(the website)'s review of The Premises.

Tomorrow: Seven Seeds are back for round two. Oh, that shouldn't be a caption.

Tomorrow: Seven Seeds are back for round two.