I love my job, but it’s places me in a bit of a coffee wasteland. If I go east I have Kaffeine, who make awesome coffee but have been rude to me so many times I have just given up going in. Heading west there’s Workshop who are some of the nicest topknotted ladies I’ve had the pleasure to meet, but it’s just that bit too far away for comfort and whilst the coffee is great, my personal tastes secretly prefer Kaffeine.
This has left me in a rather sad position, so when I heard about the opening of Mother’s Milk on the always super London’s Best Coffee App I was super pleased. Really close by, with staff having worked previously at Prufrock and Rapha it had the potential of being the answer to my coffee woes.
My visit did not let me down. Whilst not from the school of ‘HEY GUYS! COME ON IN’, the welcome was warm and the coffee was good. They have been open longer than I realised, but chatting to the lovely chap he mentioned that they were concentrating less on getting footfall and more on catering for those who like good coffee enough to go looking for it. I really like this, no pastries, no big sell, just one thing done well with care.
Tell your friends (but not all of them).
The world is split into two kinds of people: those who have seen and love the West Wing, and those who have never seen the West Wing.
I hear many people saying how they try and act more like President Bartlet in the aiming of being a better person - his charisma, good sense and never ending enthusiasm for life are all admirable qualities.
A few years ago, Sainsburys ran a ‘Stir Up Sunday’ hotline. I was making mincemeat and had a question about sterilizing jars, and always eager for a chat on technique rang their hotline to ask a question - giving my name as Joe Bethersonton.
It was undoubtedly one of my proudest moments. And no, they didn’t notice. And yes, the mincemeat came out great.
I honestly think my life would be better if I had @nigelslater’s handwriting.