These days, let me tell you, if you don’t have a degree in molecular flim flammery and a Colombian passport I’m not buying my coffee from you. And why should I, Vicki Vittoria? Things are bad enough as it is, with the climate change, the ATO three steps behind me and now your pussyfoot latte steaming up my $12 magnifiers.
And there are plenty of characters who have done time as inhouse baristas at Vue de Monde then imported their own Synesso machine from Seattle and made a unique blend of beans with Victoria’s current barista champion at Five Senses that’s just chocolately enough they don’t need a sugar jar. Well actually, there’s only two. Courtney and Verity of C.O.T. in the Degraves Street Subway.
If you have not visited them yet, then bad luck, because we have taken out the coffee cards filed under ‘Penny’, ‘Max’ and ‘Rachel’. If you are Rachel and you want a coffee card from C.O.T. now you’ll have to be ‘Rachel #2′. Here’s how it works: the first time you go, Courtney and Verity get a new card for you, write your coffee preference on it and store it in their rolodex so next time you pass by you only have to remember your name! (And the fact that you changed it to Penny #5.)








