I wouldn’t normally dedicate an entire post to a coffee shop, but I feel compelled to share with you just how great this little café called Kaffeine really is. I am a coffee shop girl, and I get some of my best work done inside coffee-fumed walls. Must be caffeine in the air or something. So when I travel, especially for work or the blog, I’m always looking for the perfect hangout. In London, I found it. Too bad it was on my last day!
First off, the people at Kaffeine know what’s up. It was early in the morning on a cold January day, and their chalkboard sign at the entrance to the shop spoke to me in a way that resonated deeply. I knew I’d found the right place.
I walked inside and rows and rows of pastries, muffins, and desserts spread out in front of me. They were dappled with powdered sugar here, sprinkled with cinnamon there, or loaded with fruits and chocolate shavings. The narrow coffee house walls were old rustic brick and the weathered tables glowed under the warm lights. Their work horse, the Synnesso Cyncra espresso machine, gleamed as it effortlessly steamed, foamed, and frothed. I could smell the espresso and whiffs of mocha.
Ok, so clearly I have found heaven. Now what do I order?
I ordered my classic coffee shop test drink, a cappuccino, and after waffling back and forth over which bakery item to get, I spontaneously picked the almond custard cake.
I sat down and noticed each table had a little jar of clementine whiskey marmalade and a glass of raw sugar. The hand-written label on the marmalade jar was a nice homey touch.
The cappuccino was perfect – a rare occurrence in London – and the almond cake made Starbucks’ pastries seem like bricks of play dough. (Sorry Starbucks, I love you, but you just can’t compete with this place.)
On my way out, knowing I wouldn’t be back for a long time, I snagged a bakery sandwich and a mocha to go. I just couldn’t help myself!
Espresso enthusiasts, bakery buffs, and coffee shop connoisseurs, this is your place! Get yourself to Kaffeine! You can thank me later.