I have a Fine Art Degree.
Therefore my main source of employment for almost a decade was as a cappuccino-jockey. (Er, barista.)
Therefore I am an incurable coffee snob who only drinks espresso.
When my obsession with blogs began, I thought I might start one that was simply a whole lot of photographs of really bad ‘short blacks’ I have been served… weak, watery, very long, or with ice. Ice!
But I was told in no uncertain terms by the love of my life that I was a nasty, nasty girl who should do no such thing. Anyway, just to confirm, all the coffee I had in Melbourne was fabulous. They know their stuff.