Damn you Seattle.
November 19, 2007
I used to be happy to trot down to Starbucks and grab a double tall vanilla latte, I was so caught up in the novelty of these strange coffee and milk based drinks that cost the equivalent of a one day travelcard that I overlooked the fact that they didn't really taste like coffee. On one fateful trip some friends took me to Espresso Vivace in Seattle and in the time it took me to knock back a cappuccino my former love affair was over.
When I returned from the US I searched high and low for my coffee fix, I tried everything from all the chains (insert Family Fortunes uh-uh noise here) to the small family run Italian cafes dotted around London. Interestingly in most cases these places dished out worse coffee than the chains and I felt lost, like a rudderless ship.
My boss suggested that I gave Monmouth a whirl. For years he and his smug little coffee club would whip out their grinder, filter papers and ceramic filters and sit in the lounge area pontificating about the latest roast or aroma compounds that were doing it for them that week. I of course scoffed at such pretention until I walked through their door and ordered up a latte. Wow, the drink invoked all those memories of that chocolaty rich espresso shot mixed with perfectly textured milk. If you are lucky you will get a Barista that can do that funny little tree pattern just from a few shakes of their wrist. If not, you will get quite simply the best cup of coffee I have ever tasted in London.
They of course have a full service roasteria too offering up over 20 different beans and their staff are a rag tag bunch of caffeine junkies who will be only too happy to bestow upon your their considerable experience in helping you choose.
It has become a routine pit stop at Borough Market, where they also have a branch. I would however, recommend that anyone takes caution before entering for the first time because Starbucks will never be the same again.
Tags: coffee, espresso