First of all I owe you, dear bean bully fans, an apology for my lack of reviews in the past fortnight. The reason for absence? I've been locked up in a psych ward aka coffee rehab due to the side effects of one too many soy lattes from the Egyptian barista at @finbox
But anyway the show must go on!
As promised, I was en route to @thegroundsofalexandria the other day when my GPS malfunctioned and took a wrong turn towards the new Stokes Lane Cafe in Bulli. A turn that would lead me down, which I later discovered it to be, a disastrous coffee causeway. Upon parking my moped scooter up out back and entering the new establishment I laid my eyes upon a refurbished room, a cheap surfboard hung like a taxidermy beast above the counter, @delstar5 (wendell sailor) sipping a piccolo and a male/female staff duo behind the counter. I place my helmet under my arm and order an espresso. The price? A wonky $3.20 (is that extra 20¢ for a single shot really necessary. Keep it clean). With it being a new cafe I want to sit in and embrace the ambiance but the nervous barista doesn't even ask if I want to sit in and automatically marks my name onto a takeaway cup. You just lost yourself half a point kiddo. The make up of my flannel shirt/thongs attire must have something to do with it. After waiting a prolonged period of time in which I probably could've read the lord of the rings trilogy, my espresso is placed upon the counter. I place my safety mits (riding gloves) on and take my first sip. I recoil in horror as my palette is covered with creamy milk. I didn't know I ordered a macchiato? I forgive this massive blunder, accept defeat as the line is now snaking out the door and down the rest of the milky mess.
The taste - standard, campos beans middle of the road blandness
The ambiance - I wouldn't know
My lactose intolerance medication dosage - doubled
2☕️ / 5☕️