From flickrite Sunshine Indoors comes the dread news that coffee merchant Angelucci has moved out of Frith Street after 79 years. They're now going to be trading from East Finchley. I never got around to visiting their dark little shop with its original sans serif signage and 50s cash register. Whenever I tried, it was always closed, but I'm very familiar with their coffee - they have been supplying nearby stalwart Bar Italia with their Mokital blend since 1949.
At least the venerable Algerian Coffee Stores is still there on Old Compton Street. A few weeks ago, my wife and I picked up a bag of their Bolivian organic blend. The smiley chap behind the counter suggested this to us after we told him of my inability to wake up properly. It's as black as coal dust. I tried a shot the next day, and immediately felt like I'd been wired into the national grid. I didn't sleep properly for three days.
2 comments:
I dont drink coffee but that picture is very tempting.. I enjoy you photography, neat perspective
Thanks, Carrie. I'd drink coffee all day long if I could.
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