February 2012
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COFFEE REVIEW: Lyme Bay Coffee Co.
After waxing lyrical about the Aerobie Aeropress in my previous post, I was more excited than any grown man should be when I came across Lyme Bay Coffee Co’s Luxury Blend. Lyme Bay modestly state that this may be the world’s only Aeropress specific blend; it’s definitely the only one that I’ve ever come across. This, combined with my near obsessive love of all things west-country, and I was...
January 2012
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The Panini: Lost in Translation
It is stating the obvious to say that sometimes, nothing goes better with good coffee than good food. Despite this I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve walked into to a café that I know serves great coffee, only to be confronted with the same-old tired looking fridge displaying neat rows of sad, flat little sandwiches, waiting to meet their sticky doom between the blisteringly hot...
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Pressing Matters: tips for using the Aerobie...
For a month now I’ve been the proud owner of an Aerobie Aeropress, that strange, over-sized syringe like coffee brewer. I had been weighing up buying one ever since the coffee shop I worked in started stocking them, but I couldn’t bring myself to purchase such an ugly piece of plastic. I don’t think it helped that every time I had to demonstrate how they worked to a customer, the...
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Sometimes different is good
I stare down into the depths of my half empty mug at the remains of a cup of coffee, trying to recall how the first half tasted. I can’t remember much. I know it was hot – so hot in fact that I had eaten all of the accompanying flaccid Panini before I had been able to take a sip. I look around at my surroundings. Perfectly uniform tables, chairs and fashionably distressed faux leather sofas...
December 2011
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Would you like cream on that?
As guilty pleasures go, mine is distinctly un-rock and roll. Whilst other 23 year olds go in search of hard drugs and illicit sexual encounters, I spend my time grinding in an altogether more conservative fashion. My names Jonathan and I’m addicted to coffee. My first encounter had little to do with the drink itself. At an age when I was too young to even attempt drinking in pubs, coffee shops...