My kingdom for a coffee...
So the reading isn't going quite as well as planned. My efforts have been hampered by work, a two-day migraine, and excessive sleeping. I will do better. I'm going to Paris for a few days at the back end of this week so hopefully I'll get some reading done on the Eurostar. Assuming the Eurostar works... fingers crossed!
I actually managed to get out of bed yesterday and go to London. I had a lovely time pottering around my favourite haunts and some awesome new places until it got dark and cold and I decided to catch the bus home.
I thought I might begin blogging about some of the places I return to time and time again when in the city in a section I'll call "The Big Smoke" for want of a more imaginative name. I doubt my readership of around three people (most of whom do not live in the UK) will make much dint in their sales but I figure it won't increase the queues either.
THE BIG SMOKE!
Monmouth Coffee Company
This has quickly become my favourite place in London. It serves the best coffee in the whole city, if not the world (even surpassing the excellent Cafe Grumpy in NYC). And I cottoned onto this WAY too late. As a coffee fiend I should hang my head in shame. But since its joyous arrival into my life a few months back it has featured heavily. I regularly walk out of my way to their pokey but character filled cafe in Monmouth Street. The queue is always out of the door. It is always worth the wait. Take the time to enjoy the gently wafting aroma of freshly ground beans. Their latte is a velvety slice of heaven. It has the consistency and creaminess of chocolate as it french kisses your tongue on a cold Covent Garden afternoon. And as it trickles down your oesophagus (trickles for this drink requires savouring) your stomach awakens to warming wonderment. Yes, it does merit this ebullient prose. They roast their own beans down the road and sell them by weight in store. I'm partial to the Kenyan.
And on that note I'm gonna go make a cup of Joe (from Monmouth beans) to wash down some of the pumpkin pie I baked this afternoon.
I actually managed to get out of bed yesterday and go to London. I had a lovely time pottering around my favourite haunts and some awesome new places until it got dark and cold and I decided to catch the bus home.
I thought I might begin blogging about some of the places I return to time and time again when in the city in a section I'll call "The Big Smoke" for want of a more imaginative name. I doubt my readership of around three people (most of whom do not live in the UK) will make much dint in their sales but I figure it won't increase the queues either.
THE BIG SMOKE!
Monmouth Coffee Company
This has quickly become my favourite place in London. It serves the best coffee in the whole city, if not the world (even surpassing the excellent Cafe Grumpy in NYC). And I cottoned onto this WAY too late. As a coffee fiend I should hang my head in shame. But since its joyous arrival into my life a few months back it has featured heavily. I regularly walk out of my way to their pokey but character filled cafe in Monmouth Street. The queue is always out of the door. It is always worth the wait. Take the time to enjoy the gently wafting aroma of freshly ground beans. Their latte is a velvety slice of heaven. It has the consistency and creaminess of chocolate as it french kisses your tongue on a cold Covent Garden afternoon. And as it trickles down your oesophagus (trickles for this drink requires savouring) your stomach awakens to warming wonderment. Yes, it does merit this ebullient prose. They roast their own beans down the road and sell them by weight in store. I'm partial to the Kenyan.
And on that note I'm gonna go make a cup of Joe (from Monmouth beans) to wash down some of the pumpkin pie I baked this afternoon.