December 2, 2012 23 Comments
I was picking my way through the wreck that is Chausseestrasse, trying to get to Bondi Cafe. Two women walked passed me, lovingly cradling white paper coffee cups with what looked like the word “Oslo” stamped on them.
There was a lot of love in that embrace between woman and cup. As I turned the corner onto Eichendorffstrasse, there it was: OSLO kaffe bar. The styling of the cafe vaguely reminded me of Nordic Bakery in London but when I stepped inside there was no food bar a heel of dried up loaf cake.
“Do you sell food in here?” I asked “Like croissants or cake?”
“We used to have croissants.” the barista replied “but our focus is coffee.”
I looked at the black board behind her and tried to work out what I wanted. Instead of Lattes and Cappuccinos, there were ratios 1:0, 1:1, 1:2, 1:3 indicating the ratio of espresso to milk. I order the 1:2 single origin Ethiopian coffee for €2.90 (the blend is €2.60).
I was told to expect a strong blueberry aroma. A comment which brought to mind my wine diploma, when a red wine might be described as having tobacco and leather notes. Attributes I could find no trace of when tasting the wine. Looking at my classmates, they would all be vigorously agreeing with the pronouncement while I scratched my head in wonder.