Sanctuary

On Bank Holiday Monday, I needed to get away from home for a while. So packing my journal and Kindle Fire, I walked into Leicester City Centre and made my way up Granby Street to the BRU Coffee outlet. Sitting inside with a medium Americano, waiting for a good friend, I noted down just how at home I feel in the popular coffee culture of the 21st century.  

As the traditional pub continues to die (quickly) in this city at least, the coffee outlet thrives and since retiring in 2013, I’ve immersed myself in the culture. So many conversations about books, life, politics etc, over one or two cups of the ever expanding range of brews. Occasionally, i have (dare I say it), tea, but not that often I have to admit.  

I love this life, and feel much more in tune with daytime coffee drinking than ever I did in a pub or club from times past.  

 

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Bru Coffee Shop, Leicester UK, on Bank Holiday Monday, August 2018

The Smell Of The Pack.

There is nothing for me, that’s quite as addictive, as that moment you open a new pack of coffee and/or coffee beans. It’s indescribable sometimes, its an experience one has to enjoy for themselves. Most of my ‘fixes’ are in the kitchen at our home in Leicester UK. An image can’t come anywhere close to capturing that instant pleasure, but I did try! 

 

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Freshly opened coffee. Man oh! man, that aroma. 

Home Brewing

Like millions of others, I drink and awful lot of coffee at home, and these days love purchasing, and trying different brews, different types and making coffee in a different way. This summer I have used a lot of beans, which I grind with an electric grinder, to make either a small or large amount depending on my coffee ‘mood’. The latter I will be talking about at a later date.

In our kitchen, I have a designated shelf which I keep the bare minimum for a good coffee experience, the simpler the better. Right now I have filled my ‘day to day’ glass jar with beans grown in Ethiopia, and I’m finding it rather good (but not the best) coffee I’ve tasted over the bright, warm months. I acquire my beans locally from the many coffee shops I frequent, and over time will construct my own personal guide and choice of the coffee experience in Leicester UK. 

 

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My Shelf. The simpler the better for me.

Supply & Demand

Quite recently, we had the builders in so to speak, to transform our garage space into a utility room and small office for this writer and blogger to tap the keys at all hours. They, the builders, were here much longer than expected so after several weeks of Fair Trade news, served up in my largest cafetière, I decided to economise, and purchased two large jars of Nescafé Original. Now as a keen, retired professional photographer, I used this stuff as an ingredient for developing black and white films (I kid you not), in the process known as Cafenol processing.

As I’ve not been out shooting with my Nikon’s of late, the coffee was given out in large cups, mostly with a good helping of full cream milk and three to four spoons of sugar, to the excellent team who finished after weeks of delay and bad organisation. In the meantime, I tried a few cups myself, and although it would be nowhere near my First choice for an instant moment, it wasn’t as bad as I remembered it to be. I took mine black with no sugar, usually with a glass of ice water to dissipate the aftertaste. The last jar is nearly empty, so once finished, there will be no more on my coffee shelf. 

It’s not terrible my any means, but over the last 15-20 years, I’ve been exposed to so many classic coffee tastes that a jar of Nescafé Original, just doesn’t do it for me anymore. If it ever did in the first place.

 

 Purchased from my local newsagent for an ingredient of Cafenol film developing, The Nescafé Original blend must be consumed by millions the world over each and every day. But not by me anymore.

Purchased from my local newsagent for an ingredient of Cafenol film developing, The Nescafé Original blend must be consumed by millions the world over each and every day. But not by me anymore.

Cool Running’s

I had my first iced coffee of the Summer at the fabulous Ninety-Six Degrees Coffee Shop, situated on Braunstone Gate, Leicester UK. This place is my home from home, I write here, edit images, here but more often than not just hang out and watch the world go by.

Iced Coffee is fairly new to me. I can’t quite remember where and when I tasted the cool brew first, but it was than a decade ago. Now I’m hooked, and this one shown here, served up by employee Hazel, was so delicious, it nearly went down in one gulp. Happily I did make it last awhile, and was very tempted to try another. Many more to come I fear, but hey, this is an exceptionally hot summer. 

 

 

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The Lure Of The Coffee Shop

These days, a new coffee shop opens somewhere in the world every week. In the UK, the coffee explosion is something I never thought I’d ever see in my lifetime. As pubs close, another outlet opens and for me, more the merrier.

I’m a regular user of both independent and chain coffee outlets, and here in Leicester UK we have a good and varied selection to choose from. Come with me then on my journey into the heart of the coffee revolution, here in my hometown and further afield. I will be writing and inviting comment about the culture of coffee, and making comments about my many homes from home.

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