I admit it, I'm a bit of a coffee snob

Excuse One : I spent most of my life living on Ponsnobby Rd
Excuse Two : Quality time with my mother meant reading magazines and ordering ' a trim latte please.'

Yes for whatever reason I may like to claim, I need my fix and I need it to be good.

So yesterday when I , politely told a Barista my coffee was burnt, I expected understanding.... and a new coffee.

I love this local Wellington joint ( that shall remain unnamed) I really do, but when all I received was a slammed fist and an order 'for someone to make this lady a "decent" coffee please, ' I was put off.

These Barista's think they're rock stars! Seriously. I meant no great offence, I meant no insult, but darn it I'm addicted... and all I needed was a decent fix!

So all this brings me to Floriditas. Why did I ever stray from you?

Your service, your coffee and oh god your cheese scones!
Floriditas I heart you