Ok, so i go to this place as often as i can, which is, well, whenever i'm in Cape Town.
I walk out of Origin knowing i've just had the best coffee in Cape Town. Its not like most places where its 'just coffee', being made without any sense of care, attention or any added love!!!. What makes it so good, well i suppose it starts at the growers, then it makes its way to the coffee shop, the barista is the 2nd last port of call before i take a sip.
Coffee beans travel
I dunno about coffee shops here in Cape Town and surrounds. I get the impression that most coffee shops are just owned/managed by people whom just go through the motions of making coffee, decent coffee is anything but that.
I'm kinda put off by trying new places, because i know what i'm going to get.
They can give you biscotti, and a glass of water or whatever other thing to accompany the coffee, but if the coffee is kuk to start with, why bother.
Coffee
Do you sit at the coffee shop with coffee and lappy and actually do something? Most people dont, i'm sure of it.
Its all a insecrurity thing. You see, they cant be seen sitting at the table with no friends, so they have this idea that if a laptop accompanies them, they be just fine. The one problem with that is we know that your doing nothing. We can see your lack of concentration you've got on the lappy. You dont have anything at all to do, just a wasteful click here, and another
Since good coffee is few and far between, i'll post here coffee shops in Cape Town and surrounds that in my opinion, serve good / bad coffee.
I'll update this regularly.........
Essence - Franschoek Very Good - Recommended.
Visited their for the first time today. Ordered Cappicino (i like caps in the morning) They brought the caps in illy cups, which made my stomach turn a little. I havent had good experiences with illy coffee. Anyway, the foam was thick, which
Visiting my local shop and queuing up to pay sometimes is a little to close for comfort.
Some people dont understand what boundries are. Each and everyone of us has our own personal space. A imaginary border, which when crossed, can make us feel uncomfortable.
From time to time, at my local Spar, i'm having to queue in order to pay for the goodies that i have bought. The queue might contain 10 people or 2 people. Their have been occasions where its me and only 1 person