One thing I simultaneously like and dislike about Australia
is the coffee. There is no shortage of cafes, and I don’t think I’ve had a
really bad cappuccino since I arrived here. The foam is velvety, smooth, and
often adorned with a cute little piece of art on top such as a heart or leaf.
On the other hand, if you want to find a regular cup of plain old delicious brewed
coffee people will look at you with complete confusion. Everything is
espresso-based, and the closest thing to brewed coffee I can seem to find is
called a “long black”, which would be called an Americano in the States (AKA
watered-down espresso). If I’m really craving a cup of coffee I can go to one
of two Starbucks located downtown and zip past the line of people waiting for lattes,
but yesterday was a beautiful sunny day in the middle of winter and I settled
for a long black outside in Hyde Park.
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