I really liked Tiger Tiger, (really liked it because it made me feel like I had street cred just sitting in the café. It certainly attracts its fair share of coffee-fanatic-hipster-types. The mismatched plates, the small selection of cakes, but done well, the mix n match décor… it was like some kind of hipster caffeine-funk-dream. )
The cakes were tasty. The caramelly nut slice was delicious.
The brownie was good, but not amazing (it was nice to have it heated, though,
and serving it with marscarpone was a pretty inspired and generally sexy idea.)
The coffee was good but my goodness, it appears that hipper-cool cafes come
with hipster-I’m-too –hipster-cool-for –you attitude. I felt like was such an
imposition on the barista’s life.
Look, as you might know, I portray myself as a “food lover,
not a food fighter.” Thus, it’s important that I say: food wise-tiger tiger was
pretty good.
Coffee: tick! However... I’ve had good coffee elsewhere and I
wasn’t made to feel like crap while ordering it. Service is not hard to get
right. And while I understand how passionate one can be about coffee (hey, I’ve
been a barista too, once upon a time), but pulling a face and saying, “If I
have to,” when asked by a person if they can have an iced coffee… and P.S I
kind of like the person who asked for this, his name’s Oli and he’s a friend of
mine… well… that’s just completely not okay, no matter how caffeine-idealistic
you are.
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