Milk and Honey, Aungier Street

This relatively new (apparently) cafe on Aungier Street is not overwhelming, but it's nice. The highlight of the visit was probably the wise-cracking Asian barista guy, who displayed endearing levels of bonhomie. The caffeine offering isn't bad; in fact, my latte was quite creamy and delicious, although the coffee was a little insipid. My mater had an americano, which she insisted wasn't hot enough, so I asked endearing Asian guy for another, less temperate version. He very obligingly scalded the hell out of the cup, before carefully bearing the beverage aloft to our table with a saucer clamped firmly on top to prevent any wayward thermal energy from escaping. However, I wouldn't really hold the purported coolness of my mother's coffee against the establishment -she does like a coffee that's 'good and hot'. I suspect this is because, when drinking coffee, she's really looking for the sort of gratification she ordinarily gets from a cup of tea. It's the Irishness in her - she really wants a good, soothing, boiling hot cup of tea, which is what she'd have at home. But she orders a coffee, because that's what coffee shops are for. We had breakfast also, which was a pretty standard scrambled eggs and bacon on bagel affair. I don't think I'd go back for the food. But if I'm ever marooned on Aungier street and in desperate need of a latte fix.....then I'd probably consider this joint. Extra points for the lovely staff.

Love Lattes score-card:

Temperature – Just right, despite Phil's protests

Coffee flavour – Lacking

Foam consistency – Silken, like tofu

Food accompaniments on offer – Underwhelming (although the sandwiches described on the menu did sound quite tasty)

Rachel