I could have walked. A cold dull day. A day for the Metro.
Tried a Panama geisha used in a championship.
Then walked to The Underdog.
I could have walked. A cold dull day. A day for the Metro.
Tried a Panama geisha used in a championship.
Then walked to The Underdog.
The last time I visited Wisecup I walked.
Today I took the Metro, far too cold to walk.
I tried a Brazilian as espresso. Excellent.
I thought visit The Place, but could not find.
I then hopped back on the Metro to Syntagma to coffee shop In Love Again.
A choice of two routes, via Plaka or around The Acropolis.
I decided to take the scenic route around The Acropolis.
A rare occasion I literally walk past The Underdog and do not pop in for a coffee.
I have always been curious where the pedestrian street running past The Underdog goes. Curious but not curious enough to walk down the street and find out. I was about to find out.
The street lined with restaurants. Empty, closed or derelict.
Running down the street a pair of railway tracks. I have never been able to learn why. Eventually they end at an archeological site.
The nature of the street then changes, very rough, and becomes rougher the further I walk. I am in a very dodgy area.
Then to my surprise I encounter The Place, looking very out of place. Maybe someone had a sense of irony
I used to see around Athens wooden bicycles. They come from a furniture shop. I did once visit but I cannot remember where. They also have a wooden hotel (turn right out of Acropoli Metro, you will find further dien the street ).
Outside The Place, wooden bicycles, more inside. A bar, coffee shop and garden.
I continue. Eventually I find Wisecup. I almost walked past.
I walked in and are greeted by Christos Loukatis. He introduced me to George the owner and another guy their head roaster.
We have a long conversation about the coffee industry and more generally the hospitality industry. Difficulty of finding good staff.
Christos brews me an excellent espresso. We are unable to try any more coffee as they experience a power failure.
I gift Christos a bag of coffee from Plot.
He gifts me a bag of coffee and a box of capsules.
I am honoured to be invited to a coffee competition at the weekend. Christos is competing on Sunday, a mutual friend on Saturday. It should be an interesting experience.
On leaving, now dark, I realised I am lost. I head off in roughly the right direction. I hit the correct route at a Metro Station. I decide it will be wise to take the Metro. It is dark and I am in a bad area.
Quite a trek to find, and no it was not worth the effort.
More a trendy bar serving coffee than a coffee shop.
Service apalling.
A very long wait to be served. Had I not shouted at the waitress, I would still be waiting.
I would have walked out, the only reason I did not was, it would have been an entirely wasted trek to find.
And was the coffee worth the wait when It finally came? Sadly not.
Something like a third to half foam. On the top cold.
I was asked by the barista how was it? I replied not good.
They used to use Sapid coffee, now from their own roastery Wisecup.