Anything linked to talking / conversing / speaking / nattering etc. must be good. And I should really know, being so absolutely wonderful at the aforementioned verbiages. Nothing beats a good oul' chitchat.
Early enough on a Monday morning (10am or so), the boss hollered for an Americano, and recommended Chatters. Nothing to do with the fact that this wee coffee shop was the closest, of course. Just across the road and down a bit.
Chatters is small, faded and a wee bit old-school...blackboard and all. Due to the time of day, there was only one couple enjoying breakfast, and of course, me. I scanned the handwritten menu for the price of an Americano - £1.80 - and ordered with the barista, who, might I add, lacked a bit in the manners department. There was then that awkward standing around part, so I took a seat and realised that they had a full selection of that morning's papers. Just as I was getting into the stories, the Americano was ready to go. As I cheerfully bid farewell to the coffee shop, I felt that that particular morning really summed up the atmosphere of the coffee shop...drab.
I was reliably informed that the Americano was a good 'un, but then, can you really go wrong with a black coffee? read more