359 Queen St. West
This shop is hidden in the heart of Queen St.'s fashion district.
(least that's what the street signs have on 'em)
A low key, sparsely furnished long interior
with small tables, hard backed chairs, and cool tiled floor, greets you when you walk in. The
colour scheme is done in browns, which gives the place a coffee kinda feel.
At the back you find a comfy pleather couch and two matching chairs.
The coffee table that completes this furniture ensemble, had a glass top, beneath which they
had spelled out the name of the joint in coffee beans.
Opposite the couches are two Japanese photo and sticker booths, which
made for a few minutes speculation and witticisms. Though, lack of any stickers on the walls
or table might indicate this machines see little use.
The music, on the other hand, left much to be desired. It was ‘someone's'
music at work, however, Jack and Jill were pointedly
not at work, and having a late afternoon coffee while being aurally assaulted by Rod Stewart
detracted mightily from the experience.
Dis Be Cake!
Yum. Dufflet cake, the real deal.
Chocolate mousse, who could go wrong with that? No one I say!
Unbidden, the counter lady plops
two quivering little mounds of real whipped
cream onto our plate. Thick, rich chocoatey paradise. Inexplicable layer of cherry flavor mousse,
crunchy little flakes of sweet yumminess. Good to the last forkful.
That fat slice lasted about one
hundred and twenty seconds. Suuhhweeet.
Was The Coffee Any Good Jack?
Seatle Blend: A mellow brew. Went well with the dessert
Columbian Supremo: Jack drinks this at home. What did thier version taste like
you might ask? It was great. The rich flavour, and fat bottom was all there. It would have been even
better if it was fresh made, instead of stored in a thermos pump though.