My Kind of Coffee – London N8

Today I visited the Crouch End coffee bar that boasts the most expensive coffee in London: Jamaican Blue Mountain (I guess they’re not counting that stuff you can buy made from the coffee beans that some Sumatran cat shits out).

My Kind of Coffee is just about opposite the Virgin gym in central CE and has been there for about six months. I’m givng it about the same before it packs up.

It makes a big deal about grinding and selling coffee on the premises and they have a big fat grinder (that’s a machine, not a pejorative term for a waitress or anything) out front as as well as a whole bunch of beans and blends by the bag. The décor is cluttered, cramped and a little schiz; I’m willing to bet that during the meeting with the interior designer the word “eclectic” was thrown about more than a few times. I like the hessian coffee sacks on the walls. I love the photographs of desolate Midwestern diners, parking lots and gas stations (by Marina Ansell, all for sale). I really dislike the weird, uncomfortable union jack upholstered chairs. They’ve also got some kind of postmodern Centre Pompidou thing going on with the ventilation pipes running across the ceiling in full view. The fact that it’s held up with twisty ties makes me think it’s less of a statement of Bauhaus  function and utility and more a touch of “where shall we stick this ugly-ass pipe thing… oh whatever.”

I order a  double espresso of the Jamaican Blue Mountain at £4 ( £3 single). It has a smell I can best describe as complex. It’s not at all unpleasant, with a little orange and oddly, something that I can’t quite put my finger on but that makes me think of Chinese food; maybe they just didn’t wash the cup very well. It actually smells pretty good in a weird way. The taste is a little lemony but still smooth and although I prefer the more biscuity kind of joe, if you like a floral, citrusy espresso, then this seems like a good one.

Oh and they bring a glass of water with the coffee, you know, without you asking. I like that, although I don’t know if that’s just special service you get for laying out on the expensive stuff. To be honest though I was looking at the nice photos on the walls when the waitress brought my coffee, so I’m wondering if the glass of water was just left on the table from the previous customer. Oh well I’ve drunk it now.

Also, five minutes after I sat down the place was deserted. What good is that for a writer who gets all his best dialogue from eavesdropping on all the weirdoes that hang out in coffee bars?

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Comments
  1. Dash says:

    Jamaican Blue Mountain is my second favourite coffee (first place is Hawaiian Kona), I will definitely check this place out and report back whether the glass of water is given with the coffee.

  2. Martinus Scriblerus says:

    March 29th 2013 and it is still going strong….

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