The Art and Crime of Coffee making
Even with all the tolerance in the world it is often infuriating to go out in Fremantle. Last weekend was one of those where you wonder what you have done wrong to deserve what you are getting.
Breakfast at Tasty Express on Saturday started the disappointment. Overcooked poached eggs accompanied by burnt bacon and tasteless sausages, but worse was to come. The coffee is normally very good when Dennis or Ray make it, but on this day they were not there and the espresso was thin, black, bitter drab. One sip was enough. Undrinkable.
My second try was at Amano on the strip. So far I have always had good coffee there, but this time it was similar to the bitter burnt stuff I had had at TE. Criminal.
Thanks to the Big Coffee Bean in heaven the Moore&Moore cafe made my day with their reliable and great espresso. And it always comes with a smile from some of the most delightful, multicultural young staff one could wish for. Oh to be young again…………..
But one out of three is obviously not good enough and a waste of money.
On Sunday the morning started bad again. When gorgeous Fiona makes the coffee at Vespa it is constantly good, but this time a new girl made my espresso. It was crap. Even the blueberry Danish was hard instead of crisp.
So off I went to Dolce&Salado on Douro Road. Time for a rhyme: He Ho Freo they know their espresso!
Here is my rather revolutionary suggestion to all café and restaurant owners. Train you staff! Show them how to make coffee. The inconsistency of quality is going to cost you business in the long run and I would hate to see that.
P.S. There is a new kid on the block. The Terrace, opposite Vespa. Excellent coffee and service on my first two visits there.