Whilst awaiting the start of 'The End of the Line' (documentary film predicting the imminent collapse of the world's fish stocks) last night, I ordered a latte from the IFI cafe. I hate the syllable I am about to use, but.....MEH. Resoundingly, MEH. It wasn't that the milk had been boiled out of existence, or that the coffee was particularly acrid - I'd have savoured a bit of acridity over what I was served - it was just utterly, utterly bland. I felt like I was drinking foamed air. I'd barely call it an experience. Ahem. But on the plus side, the film was pretty dispiriting.
Love Lattes score-card:
Coffee flavour – Meh
Foam consistency – Meh
Food accompaniments on offer – Didn't have any, but the cakes on display didn't look too wonderful
Rachel
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