I've walked along this street twice now and both times have got to end only to think "Okay, this is the end." Admittedly I've never been one to understand a hype. TOWIE. Seriously? Shoreditch. Don't get it. iPhones. Blurgh! So if I don't see the potential in a trendy, upmarket location this means absolutely nothing.
In terms of coffee shops this probably isn't the best spot in Edinburgh. It's more post-dining coffee. However, scouting up and down the street I came across a tiny white shop called Blackcherry's. Low on time and inspiration I walked in. The place was deserted except for the man sat behind the counter. He was a young man with a nice smile and seemed very willing to help. I imagine he was quite thankful for the new distraction. As I have realised there is only so many times you can read the Fringe programme before realising you have nothing new to read.
Anyway there isn't much really to say about this place. It's cute, it's small and I've heard they do a nice light lunch, even with fierce competition across the road.
The man made my coffee in comfortable silence concentrating on heating up the milk fully. We exchanged thank you's and your welcomes and an awkward moment of passing a plastic spoon to throw in the bin. Ordinarily this exchange would be a simple hand to hand spoon pass, however, I was very aware that I had licked the handle of the spoon to clear it of froth. I don't think he was aware of this which made the exchange even more awkward as I twisted the plastic teaspoon upside and around my wrist in order to offer him the un-licked tip. It's fine, I laughed it off as I felt my face turn beetroot red. It was only then that I noticed this man was quite attractive. Me alone with hot man equals not good. No I don't launch myself at them and drag them into the back room to have my wicked way with them. Instead I turn into a sixteen year old girl, fumble over words and trip over furniture. Or in this case try not to make them touch my saliva. I'm sure he did by the way.
Anyway I found myself distracted by his attractiveness and didn't bother to check the coffee before leaving. Luckily it was a good coffee, lacking in a bit of flavour but hitting the spot and very hot, which I suppose is apt. As usual I daydreamed about him chasing me out the shop and declaring his love for me, but well aware this wasn't (is NEVER) going to happen I made my way to work.
If I was allowed to score extra points for barista attractive Blackcherry would get an extra deux points. Screw it this is a blog there are no rules I can score how I like! As an independent coffee shop it's mid-range but with the extra two points it goes from an average five to a reasonable seven. So if like me you're a novice to what is cool but find yourself on Grassmarket one I day I recommend crossing the road and checking out Blackcherry. While I can't promise a hot man, I can promise a hot coffee at a decent price. Babbling and stumbling optional.
For more details visit: http://www.list.co.uk/place/102298-blackcherry-cafe/
Frothy Fun Fact of the Day: Along with Greyfriar Bobby another popular story in Edinburgh is that of Maggie Dickson, a fishwife who was hanged in the Grassmarket in 1728 for murdering her own baby. After the hanging, her body was taken back to her home town. On the way she awoke. Under Scottish law she had served her punishment and was allowed to live. Only later were the words "until dead" added to the sentence of hanging. In the legend she is often referred to as Half-Hangit Maggie.
Cor blimey no wonder there are so many ghost tours in this city with stories like that!
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