Finding ’our local’ coffee spot out West was…tiresome. Two years of takeaway cups filled with burnt, tasteless, watery or too damn slow coffee [sorry dunkin donuts-you actually managed D- all of the above] and a strong whiff of wasted time and moolah. We were coffee whores. Poor, homeless coffee whores.
[Dreaming of the quick first million? I suggest a GOOD coffee house, franchised in West Auckland. Definitely a gap in the market there. A gaping big hole, in fact.]
Big R and I committed our first non-un-packing weekend to the hunt for ‘our local’. And found it. First place. Three minutes WALK away. I like those numbers.
MOZAIK on Constellation. BOOM!
So, that out the way, I’m moving onto my next challenge: my local thrift spot. Much more exciting, possibly an exercise in patience for Big R and most likely to cause empty pocket syndrome.
[wearing: thrifted coat, big r's federation tee, jeans west belt, glassons jeans and kathryn wilson boots.]