Coffee Tea and Me is a tiny cafe that you can completely miss even if you know exactly where it is. It just blends into its surroundings so well. It’s like trying to spot me in an engineering lecture hall when you only have a vague idea as to what I actually look like.
Tim Tams are an Australian classic like me taking a girl out to dinner to have her tell me we’re great friends.
I finished dinner five minutes ago yet I’m salivating. That’s just a murderer’s row of quality ingredients all under the one roof. It’s like the cast of Love Actually.
I was talking to a buddy of mine a while ago about the weirdest couple names she’s ever heard of/used herself. She didn’t say anything too outlandish (wax candle was my favourite; who calls their significant other: ‘wax candle?). She then asked me the same question and I was stumped. Except for some weird lapses […]
My co-workers visited Three Williams in the morning and told me that the coffee was pretty amazing. Due to the fact that I have trust issues built up over years of lies from my parents (I’m still recovering from Santa being just some dude with a fake beard), I had to see for myself it the coffee lived up to the hype.
Do you remember the first time you went to Subway and the guy making your sandwich bombarded you with questions about every nook & cranny of your sub? It felt like that except on a really positive note.
I make my own blend of iced coffee at home and it tastes awful. I still drink it because I need a pick me up in the morning and leaving the house looking like an extra that’s crawled off the set of ‘the Walking Dead’ is deemed unprofessional.
The texture is amazing as you tear away at this roll and savouring every bite like you’re making out with the girl you’ve had a crush on since third grade. The satisfaction of accomplishment, the flavour and the triumphant emotions that just swell through every fiber of your being…..damn.
There is nothing wrong with having high expectations, that just means you have high standards and that you’re not willing to settle for anything less than a superb crab po boy.
One more time for dramatic effect; this might be the best tea I’ve ever had. The scent of passionfruit seduced me completely and the staff at the Choc Pot was really confused as to why I was suddenly topless in public view.
By the way, doesn’t Excelsior Jones sound like a spell out of the Harry Potter universe? Just me? Ok then.
It tasted very authentic, the balance between fruit/flavour and ice was good so it didn’t taste like an overpriced slurpee from 7/11. There were some random bits in my glass that either originated from the skin of a mango or Elmo. I really hope it was mango.
