Like many people, my most frequent order is the takeaway flat white. There’s nothing pretentious about a flattie – it doesn’t have one of those eye-talian names, for one thing. Solid and dependable, like an old Holden made before they abandon Australia.
But as I’ve branched into other orders over the years, I’ve discovered that some coffee preferences draw all sorts of implications about you. If you don’t believe me, just try asking a colleague to order you a piccolo latte, and wait for the sniggers. Continue Reading →