I remember the days where the smell of
coffee didn’t do it for me. Instant smelt like burnt, bitter water and fresh
was like a punch to the nostrils. It was after my 6 month residence at an art
school in Barcelona that I became partial to the aroma of freshly brewed
coffee.
Thick, dark, creamy with a hit that is
more satisfying than any other hit. “Cafe con leche, por favour”. This is how I
became a fan of coffee.
However, I was dismayed at the “coffee”
that could be found back at home in the UK. I remember when you’d meet up with
uni friends over a “coffee” at Starbucks of Costa. With all the creams and
syrups and marshmallows galore. To think that I thought that was coffee.
Flash forward 6 years to my current
residence in Melbourne – the home of the flat white and a million pop up coffee
stands. There seems to be a new cafe, a new coffee opportunity on every corner,
with more and more opening every week.
Side street sitting, coffee vans, takeaway
rushing with the business man, slowly sipping, never spilling, different roasts
and different blends in the many hidden laneway gems, steaming, frothing but
never bubbling, skinny latte to an elegant chai there is a coffee for every
eye. Turn a corner, another blend, the Melbourne coffee never ends.
Melbourne is a place for serious coffee
drinkers. Where school kids pick up a takeaway latte on the way to class and
every other person has their own ‘Keep-Cup’ to save the environment whilst they
enjoy their tri-daily brew. Because one is never enough.
There are so many cafes and so much coffee
that my daily strong skinny latte doesn’t seem to make my heart skip a beat
anymore. However, not being a born and bred Melbournite, I am not quite the
hardened coffee snob that many of my colleagues are – forgoing the free work
coffee machine (an actual coffee bean grinding, espresso making, with hot
steamer supplied – just like in a cafe) to choose to pay for their $4 coffee
from an actual barista. (In Australia you have to be a trained coffee barista
to serve coffee in a cafe. It’s actually quite an art and a popular career
choice amongst hipsters. No judgment!)
I am surrounded by coffee snobs – and I
have become one! I can now taste the difference in the various ‘brews’, whether
that be from Ethiopia or whether it is the popular local St Ali blended roast
from St Kilda. And I can definitely taste a bad coffee. It’s a personal choice
and an art –just like tea, except it’s easier to make a bad coffee I think.
I like my coffee:
Latte: (Daily choice and go-to-coffee)
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Strong (double-triple shot)
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Skinny
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Hot (but not burnt)
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Medium-large (a small just
isn’t small enough
Macchiato: (After a big heavy dinner
following desert and red wine)
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Strong single shot
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Skinny froth and a tiny bit of
hot milk
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Hot (but not burnt)
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Single expresso size
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Half a teaspoon of natural raw
sugar
Flat White: (Very occasionally as a switch
from a latte)
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Strong
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Skinny
-
Hot (but not burnt)
And on that note, here is my personal list
of coffee favourites in Melbourne so far:
Go get one here:
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Brother
Baba Budan – Melbourne CBD
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Verve
Spice – South Yarra
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Dukes
– Windsor
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Beans
and Blooms– South Yarra
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Globe
– Prahan (now changed hands)
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Little
Mule – Melbourne CBD
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Grace
– Fitzroy
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French
Fantasies– South Yarra
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Padre
– South Melbourne Markets
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Claremont
Coffee - South Melbourne Markets
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Old
Barber Shop Cafe – Richmond
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The
Bunyip Cafe – South Melbourne
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Cafe
Sweethearts – South Melbourne
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Gas
– South Melbourne
My
not-so-favourites:
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Drugstore
espresso - South Yarra (not my kind of
blend – too citrusy for me)
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Pillar
of Salt – Richmond (terrible service – don’t even bother at the weekend)
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Tivoli
Road Bakery – South Yarra (amazing
bakery but average coffee. Get the croissants though!)
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Chez
Drez – South Melbourne (nice enough but too busy at the weekend where you have
to queue in a wait line at the weekends)
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