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Oxford Covered Market

June 19, 2019

Old market established in 1774.

I was reminded of the Spice Market of Istanbul, without the pungent smell of spices.

This is how markets should be, a veritable Aladdin’s Cave of wonders. It puts to shame the Central Market in Lincoln.

Ideal place for a coffee shop thought I, and no soonest has this thought occurred as if by magic one was conjured up, Colombia Coffee Roasters.

Note: A few days later I revisited Oxford Covered Market which afforded more time to look around.

Society Café

June 19, 2019

I would like to be able to comment on Society Café coffee but never got the chance. They refuse to accept cash.

Society is their in-house magazine worth picking up a copy.

Note: A few days later revisited Society Café and was able to use a Chinese card. Used to purchase cappuccino and latest copy of Standart. Cappuccino excellent, but still not happy that not possible to use cash.

The Handle Bar

June 19, 2019

Passing by The Handle Bar I popped in.

A bicycle shop cum coffee shop, in the evening turns into a bar and restaurant.

Upstairs quirky. Coffee reasonable, service poor. The loud moronic music blasting out not pleasant.

Girl serving could not hear what I was saying. When forced to shout, she looked aghast.

People shouting to make themselves heard. Which then adds to the overall noise level.

Obviously not heard of the trend to quieter restaurants.

Poor selection of magazines.

It was only on leaving I learnt the coffee bar was downstairs. I had passed it on walking in, but mistook it for a bar. In the evening it turns into a bar and stops serving coffee. Quieter than upstairs.

Coffee roasted by The Missing Bean.

Art Café

June 19, 2019

Second mistake of the day, after taking a bus not walking from Oxford Station, a coffee from Art Café.

Brazilian barista tried to bullshit me that the coffee with robusta was top quality coffee. He showed me the beans, black, over roosted, an unpleasant aroma.

First served with chocolate dumped on top, which I rejected.

Second attempt, cup size too large, served too hot, coffee looked and tasted disgusting. I left after a sip.

Never bullshit coffee. Good coffee speaks for itself.

T ea pigs on show is like raising a flag could not care less the quality of tea we serve.

Similarly, a row of syrups, our coffee is undrinkable.

When told we serve 300 cups of coffee a day, simply tells me a lot of people are happy to drink disgusting coffee.

Afternoon in Oxford

June 19, 2019

A spur of the moment decision, I decided to visit Oxford.

Change trains at Reading.

Land’s End Pasty Co, roast pork sitting in a puddle of water, no wholemeal bread only white bread, refused to accept £50 note even though legal tender.

Fast non-stop Cross Country train to Oxford.

I made a mistake at Oxford Station, feeling lazy, I caught a bus about to depart for the city centre. Tracking the route on GPS, alighted when I saw departing from where I wished to be.

Yes, I found myself in the city centre, two large shopping centres, ugly, the same crap corporate chains to be found in every town centre.

Second mistake of the day, a coffee from Art Café. Brazilian barista tried to bull shit me that the coffee with robusta was top quality coffee. He showed me the beans, black, over roosted, an unpleasant aroma. The coffee looked and tasted disgusting.

Never bullshit coffee. Good coffee speaks for itself.

I then wandered around trying to find Society Cafe. I found I had passed, though had not seen.

I carried on my wanderings, a falafal wrap off a cafe with their food displayed in the window in Broad Street. It was not good.

I wandered down another street, what I had not realised at the time, it was the street that would take me to Oxford Station, the way I would have arrived had I walked.

I happened across a street food market, part street food part ordinary market. A fair selection of street food. I was reminded of one I came across in Berlin, though the one in Berlin had far better choice.

I picked up a loaf of bread off one of the stalls.

Now I could see where I was, after back tracking, narrow street I decided to walk down was actually the street I need to be. I would have walked past the far end earlier in the afternoon.

Passing by The Handle Bar I popped in. Upstairs quirky. Coffee reasonable, but the loud moronic music blasting out not pleasant. It was only on leaving I learnt the coffee bar was downstairs. I had passed it on walking in, but mistook it for a bar.

A little further down the street, opposite Oxford Union, Society Cafe. It had only taken me about about three hours to find.

I would like to be able to comment on their coffee but never got the chance. They refuse to accept cash.

It was then try to find The Missing Bean. Not difficult, carry strati on, cross the main road straight on, then turn right.

On the way I passed The Covered Market or Oxford Covered Market. It was like the Spice Market in Istanbul without the spices.

Ideal place for a coffee shop thought I, and no soonest has this thought occurred as if by magic one was conjured up.

A board said artisan coffee. They all claim artisan, gourmet is another, means nothing.

Colombia Coffee Roasters. A fool was giving the barista a hard time, whilst at the same time blocking customers. I ordered a cappuccino. It was excellent. Long chat with a Colombian lady, the owner. whose family own a farm in Columbia grom whre sourcees her abns from other afms she knows.

I then carroed on,a dn foudn The Missing bean fove minutes before it clsoed.

Ia sked thew ay abck to the Rail way Sation.

Forst a wnder aroudn.

Heading ack, O apspsed the location of the street food marjet. Axc I was toldm it wa sa case of keep heading straight down the raopd.

Once station raeched, I reaslied to egahs to the old part of Oxford, take thne elft fork in the raod ebwteen Said Busiensse Schoolamd a hotel. This takes staright into the old part of Oxford, about ten minute walk.

Only a few minutes to wait for Cross Country train to Reading.

— to be continued —