POSTED ON Jul 17th 2013 BY LESLIE LOFTIS UNDER Adult Beverages
When we first started hopping back and forth across the Atlantic a few times a year, I came up with a fraud hold arrangement with American Express. If one of my first three charges upon returning to the US was Target, then it was me. I should make a similar arrangement for out coffee shop.
On the whole, American coffee is terrible. I won’t even entertain defenses for Starbucks coffee. They burn the beans and the brew. It’s like drinking an ashtray, only doable with lots of milk or flavoring. Or as my husband used to explain while we were in Geneva, the average gas station in Switzerland has better brew than fancy American restaurants.
Best coffee I’ve ever had comes from a small chain of cafes in Chelsea and Pimlico, La Bottega. Invariably, I head to Fabio for a coffee pick me up after a flight.
I didn’t think I could like them more than I already do. They used to give my kids extra biscuits. They help my son with his olive and prosciutto addictions. But I popped in the other day for my morning latte and saw one of the Chelsea pensioners sitting outside and having a coffee. The Royal Hospital is around the corner. Many older veterans live there. They wear a uniform when they are out and about so they are easy to identify.
When I paid for my coffee, I tried to pay for his as well, just Yasha’s and my habit whenever we find ourselves drinking or dining near a veteran. The guy at the counter looked out and said, ”You mean Bruce? No, no. We give him coffee. We don’t let him pay.”
Without a doubt, my favorite coffee shop in all the world.