Mid last year I went on a quest to rid myself of the effects of coffee drinking. And I succeeded. I went cold on drinking the hot stuff and no longer was held to ransom by the 11am caffeine headache. Liberation one could only dream of.
However... once deshackled from my vice I decided that having one or two a week on a social basis wouldn't be an issue. And it wasnt, quite the opposite - it was fantastic.
As play continued, my love for the perfect brew was stoked into full flame. Now, instead of a passtime, coffee had become a persuit. I'm not usually a snob, but when you start to know what you like, often you understand what you don't like.
My eyes were opened (literally) when I paid a visit to Atomic Coffee Roasters in Kingsland and indulged in a short black (straight espresso) - possibly the most delicious coffee I've ever lived to experience.
As if guidance from above, my caffeine habbits were cemented in place when Sherie an I were gifted a small, yet overly effective coffee machine. It was like giving an 8 year-old a coke dispenser.
Needless to say my additions have settled in somewhat, and my persuit for the perfect coffee has only intensified.
Ohh, its almost 11am....
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