Day #305 - Keenlyside you lose!

Today Fluey and I went for our morning coffee (cheeky fookas coffee break minus Martin) to the home of the "velvety goodness".

You see we love our coffee but not that tasteless cheap crap so it's nigh impossible to find a good coffee place in decent proximity to where you work, well, when I work in Parramatta it is actually impossible as the Campos coffee place closed. And when you do find a good place then you become as loyal as crack addict to a crack dealer.

after some years I eventually (thanks to Gino) stumbled upon the Lobby, which is in the lobby of the Telstra building, they don't make the world's greatest coffee but we found that the consistency is always good, i.e. you never walk away disappointed and the taste is better than most other places around.

Then one day an article in SMH was asking people where the best coffee in Sydney was, we knew it wasn't around us as we'd already found the best place. A large percentage of the votes went to a place called Mecca.

Intrigued as much as Charlie Sheen at a porn star convention (or a mirror shop) I decided to look up where the "Mecca" existed.

To our amazement it was 1 block away on King st!

So that Friday we decided to go.

After waiting in line for about 10 minutes and then another 15 for the coffee we were getting the feeling that this coffee was something special. Not to mention "Dr Cameron" taking the orders making the whole wait not so bad.

Once we had the coffee in our mitts we decided to give it a try.....

It was like drinking velvet! I'd never experienced a coffee this good, we were feeling as Lindsay Lohan would having discovered Pablo Escobar's personal stash.

As it takes so long to get a coffee from there we decided that it is only warranted on special occasions unfortunately and unfortunately for Martin today was one of those special occasions.

I'd love to tell him that it tasted terrible but that would just be a lie and I hate liars.