Flat White # 3

Man, had I been looking forward to this one: it's from The Merchant.

After all the angst of highschool, and simultaneous with the earnestness of university, I made friends with jugglers. That was fun. Some of us would meet a couple of times a week at the Merch and get mochas and talk crap for hours. HOURS. The Merch will always have a special place in my heart. Good times.

Even though the owners have definitely changed, and they seem to be hiring the ubiquitous beautiful 15 year olds instead of musos trying to make it big, they still make a damn fine flat white. Smooth, creamy - not a hint of bitterness. However, a bit too much fluff ended up on top for my liking, I suspect the 15 year old wasn't tall enough to see the top of the coffee cup and therefore didn't realise they'd let fluff in.

They don't sell florentines any more (at least - they had so many funky things to eat on display that maybe I just couldn't see them) so I got an ANZAC biscuit instead: basically an oatmeal cookie, but made with golden syrup - one of cane sugar's less refined forms. Part way between molasses and maple syrup. It adds a depth of flavour that is really most enjoyable. Mmm. Chewy.

Although I know I am getting old when I start to reminisce about when bisuits were normal sized, instead of these monstrosities that fill a plate.