So there we were my wife and I, at a popular garden centre on the outskirts of Leicester, UK, queuing for lunch before looking for a couple of suitable hanging baskets for the front garden.
”Make mine a large black coffee”, I said in trepidation as my experience in tasting ‘non coffee outlet’ brews has been less than good mostly. After finding a table, my beloved provided me with a decent size cup of their filter coffee. Finding its way to my parched lips, I was taken aback,
“Hey, this is pretty dam good coffee” I blurted our. And so it was, I gulped it down. And was about to enquire where it originated when I noticed an increased amount of human traffic, and a steady stream of overworked staff. I kept my seat.
Its experiences like this, a decent cup of coffee to accompany my lunch that gives hope to my mind, that in house caterers are slowly getting their act together, about providing decent brews, not the stomach churning crap of not too long ago.
Thank you Palmers Centre, the hanging baskets are pretty good as well.:)