Daily Grind

I’ve bandied around the idea of owning a coffee shop a lot over the years; what could be cooler than owning a Shoreditch style coffee shop? The smell of artisan roasted beans, coffee sacks, scaffold boards, distressed walls and mismatched industrial furniture. The thing is, as much as I love frequenting these places for an oat milk latte (I know, such a hipster), I’ve realised that it’s the experience of sitting and soaking up the vibe with a nice cup of coffee that appeals to me.

Having watched more than a few Baristas go about their work, I’m pretty convinced I’d know how to put a fancy leaf on top of a flat white, or one of those patterns that look like a cock and balls, but I’ve also seen enough to know that I’d be bored out of my tree once I’d mastered the art forms; making 300 cups of coffee a day? No thanks. I’ll stick with soaking up the