I’m not a hard-core coffee drinker. In fact, until recently, I only ever had coffee on two occasions: in a restaurant after dinner and in Spain for breakfast (always black, no sugar).
However, there are times in life when you shamelessly get caught up in a hype you initially really tried to ignore. Boat shoes, for example (I swore I’d never wear those until I realised just how comfortable they are). Overpriced gin tonic (I didn’t actually try to fight that one much though). Coffee bars.
If someone would have told me a year ago that I’d be walking around holding a plastic cup of overpriced coffee-caramel milkshake (aka frappé, apparently), I would have either laughed hysterically or punched them in the face. Or both.
I’m that kind of psycho. Continue reading My favourite coffee bars in Leuven