Up again the next morning we went in search of breakfast, but made a quick stop into Café Secret Life first for coffee, before the short walk to Kawiarnia Fawory. Stepping inside Secret Life it felt a lot like a neighbourhood café, relaxed, slow and with locals taking their time over what were probably their regular orders. We enquired at the counter as to what was on the brew menu and after some language barriers the barista agreed to brew us up some coffee. Stomachs rumbling we added a slice of blueberry tart to the order to tide us over. Not fully sure what we were getting, but with coffee bags from notable roasters used like bunting on the ceiling all over the café we were pretty sure it would be good. Continue reading
On our way back into Berlin we were lucky enough to skirt past Concierge Coffee, a cosy little spot hidden in a courtyard alley. Stepping inside, there was just enough room to swing a cat, featuring a cosy looking chair, some retail shelves and fully equipped bar at the back. Browsing the menu, we opted for a couple Ethiopian Yirgacheffe batch brews roasted by Concierge Coffee themselves. Continue reading
Bologna and Venice are both old towns with a wealth of historic culture, but they’re both distinctly different. One a university town full of youth, progressive ideals and a love of food and the other a maritime powerhouse full of beauty, canals and tourists. They wouldn’t be Italian though, without a love of espresso and chocolate and both help to cater to their devotees in different ways. Bologna providing traditional Italian coffeebar culture to its discerning patrons and Venice providing the locals with a very Italian respite from the heavy impressions of non native feet. If you look closely, it’s not too hard to find these hidden gems as you explore the cities history and culture.
Starting in Bologna and getting in late, we arose in the morning to head out for our first introduction to northern Italian coffee. Continue reading
Just a step outside of Oslo’s Mathallen building is a coffee shop that owes its name to Henrik Ibsen a Norwegian playwright and poet and the universally beloved Jimi Hendrix, which I guess speaks of both home and music a theme that encompasses this cafe. Entering the place, it feels like a hangout space, walls lined in equal parts by records, art and bags of retail coffee beans, with nothing looking out of place. Continue reading
I used to live in Nottingham, but as I and Outpost Coffee will attest there was no good coffee there at that time – not that I would have been trying to drink it back then anyway, if I’m being entirely honest. Things have changed now, fortunately, although not for me as I still hadn’t had the opportunity of trying any decent coffee roasted in Nottingham, although now – crossing Outpost Coffee’s path – was as good a time as any to remedy that fact. Approaching the stand I was met by an excitable Harley, who was more than eager to introduce me to their Rwanda Kilimbi lot. Continue reading
With over 30,000 in attendance both this and last year London Coffee Festival appears to be growing year on year, which is pretty reassuring given that half of the ticket sales go to Project Waterfall. Having covered the previous two years worth of events here on the blog, I took a gamble and applied for a press pass for this years’ event, with the hope of gaining a bit more flexibility to browse the festival at leisure and take a bit more time to seek out some of the more unfamiliar – to me at least – exhibitors around the building. Having been successful in my application it allowed me to pick and choose which day to go down and so this year I thought I’d try out one of the industry days and headed down on the Friday, in the hope of landing on a slightly quieter day, although I’m not entirely sure there are any ‘quieter’ days at London Coffee Festival anymore. Continue reading