As I keep mentioning, the cafe scene in Auckland is as good if not better that any other place I’ve been. We’re blessed with perfect weather for enjoying lazy days relaxing over a lazy breakfast with several truly wonderful cappuccinos. There really is no need to visit a chain cafe, even if your desperate you can turn to yelp and find a decent independent nearby.
The closest I’ll come to a chain is the delicious line up that is the Hip Group – boasting seven cafes turning out heart stopping good espressos and mouth watering food. Sure, they’re not the cheapest, but as my favourite Cafe on Kohi provides such brilliant ocean views that its worth that indulgence.
I’ve read that as a city we now boast at least 16 different roasters, and are pushing the boundaries of technique as quick as those great hipster towns such as Berlin or London, embracing methods such as cold drip to test our palettes. While I’m still obsessed by the perfect macchiato, I’m so impressed by the work of Atomic Coffee I’m willing to be their guinea pig any day!
As for my all time favourite cafe, well, if I gave that secret away it might start getting difficult to find a seat. But, I will say it’s a safe bet you’ll find me in Newmarket most days!
As I mentioned before, when I first became hooked on coffee I took to it like a new convert, gaining in confidence and knowledge about what and why I liked in different coffees.
To begin with, like most newbies, I was happy with the generic stuff that came out of most chain stores like the S word….I believed that by avoiding instant coffee, and knowing what a cappuccino was, I was getting the best. Slowly I learned, and my tasted evolved. I was lucky in that I live in a city that has a great independent coffee scene, and that I get to travel enough around the world to experience new trends and traditional methods. My first cappuccino in Italy was a real eye opener, here was an exquisite thing to savour, rich intense espresso with just a hint of milk, except you don’t sit around savouring in, no, in Italy you stand at the bar, jostling with the other patrons to catch the eye of the barista, and just enjoy that short burst of your first morning hit (as cappuccino should only be ordered in the morning), then your off into the day. And I loved it, loved the theatre, the ambience and mostly the taste.
This moved me on to ordering machhiato back home, to get that rich short intense flavour, without all that milk that us Anglos love. And so my journey began..