Despite the Wanderlust, sadly I am not back in the wonder that is Edinburgh. Even sadder still, it's August and the height of the Edinburgh festival. After a year working in Orlando, feeling so starved of culture, you'd think I'd be crawling on my hands and knees to get there, batting things out the way as I go. But, as I have no current form of income (aka a job) that is literally what I would have to do. Crawl. Eating berries to survive.
But, fear not people! I have London on my doorstep and everywhere in between. For those of you that don't know, I suspect there are about three of you, London is Mecca for coffee drinkers. Someone's got to keep those bankers banking; those joggers jogging and those Hipsters hipping? And that is part of it's glory. With a ridiculous and I mean ridiculous amount of people in one very eclectic city there obviously needs to be an equally large percent of equally eclectic places for people to get their coffee fix.
Remember, these are Londoners. Over-worked, underpaid, sardine like people. They get ripped off everywhere they turn, from the extortionate rent they're paying to the slightly warm pints they're being served. If they are going to be ripped off for a cup of coffee, it better at least be a decent one. Which is why I am confident in my Londoners and their ability to build one or two hundred better than average coffee houses.
Just like last time, I am of course not talking about big chains. Starbucks can go buck itself. I'm talking about the independents, the artisans and the underdogs. I don't really care (sorry) what side of the mountain the coffee beans were picked from. Nor do I care what the "ideal" temperature and heating method of coffee is. Just make me a decent cup/mug/glass, preferably with a smile on your face and nice chair for me to sit in and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt I'm going to be a fan.
For those of you that read this blog last time, you'll know I'm not exactly a Hoity-Toity sort of girl. I don't like Hoit-Toit. What you're going to get is some little coffee stories written by a coffee drinker about coffee makers and the coffee they make. How does that sound?
And if that wasn't enough for you. Gosh such excitement. For my non-London dwellers I'm also going to be venturing to greener pastures. I'll be the Giles Coren of coffee houses. That means friends across the country and beyond be prepared to drink a few coffees (or you can have tea. I'll respect your Britishness) and get featured kindly in my reviews.
So stay tuned folks, Caffeinated Ed is back and this time it's king-sized.
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