A few weekends ago KC and I ventured to Crosby beach, one hour east of Manchester. Crosby beach is near Liverpool, and is famous for Antony Gromley’s iron men lining the beach. More on that later. Heading to unfamiliar ground is always a good chance to sample the local delights, which for me is coffee. On our way back through the township we realised how many cafes the small town of Crosby had so pulled into a park and decided to wander into Moose coffee, which reminded me of New Zealand cafes.
KC asked for her latte, and I promptly followed with a macchiato. I am always surprised when people quickly press a button, instead of asking what a macchiato is, and thought to myself wow, they know their coffee! That was of course, until a big bowl of whipped cream infused with caramel was delivered to my table. The waitresses’ social intelligence picked up on my look of horror asking “you wanted a macchiato?” It turned out Moose have their own version of a macchiato, very unlike the the classic espresso macchiato I know and love. When my version came out, it was exceptional.
This highlighted what I love about travelling: you never know what you are going to get, even when ordering a coffee.
nice looking “crema” on that espresso!
I agree. Amy, good story. My brother and I were in Italy. We stopped at a bar for a coffee. I had my usual macchiato and Bob ordered a LATTE. He was very surprised when the barista set a large glass of hot milk before him. He knew from then on to ask for a caffe latte.
Ciao