Well not exactly.... but i really was ready to let rip some harsh words.
In a break between 2 musical performances in Derby, i decided to look for a bite to eat. However first, the guy i was with, insisted on getting a coffee at Nero (despite my warnings ). I was scanning the menu board - damage limition if you will - what will be the least disgusting item on this menu. Well, thats espresso/ristretto ruled out for a start. Moving on to cappucino... hmm neeh, they always overstretch and overheat milk.
Eventually, whilst my partner in crime was choosing a piece of cheesecake, i decided on a 'regular latte-with-a-shot-of-vanilla-syrup-despite-the-ridiculous-40p-charge-for-it"... after all, the 'barista'... and i use that term verrrry loosly only has to froth a miniscule amount of milk badly, rather than 1/3 of the cup with a cappa. "Why the syrup?" you askyourself... well, to overpower the rank 'espresso' obviously.
So we get round to the 'barista' taking the orders, and beginning to start making the drinks. And that's when it happened.... that's when my heart skipped a beat....
The barista not only didn't distribute the grinds AT ALL.... SHE DID NOT EVEN TAMP THE COFFEE!!!!!! Can you believe that!? She just wacked the doser handle twice and rammed the PF straight into the Faema! Now tell me this... how can the "best espresso this side of milan" (as they proudly boast on the back of their t-shirts) be produced, WITHOUT ANY TAMPING!?????? I felt like speaking up, but knew from the lack of enthusiasm on the woman's face, that she didn't give 2 hoots about what she was getting paid tupence and hour for...
Then, it came to MY shot. Maybe she was reading my mind, because she actually gestured the basket towards the cruddy plastic "tamper" on the mazzer - although i doubt if any particle of that plastic came into contact with any coffee ground, during the split second they encountered each other...
I would be surprised if any coffee ground in that scutty nero had ever been manhandled and compacted with anything near 30lbs of pressure.
I am enraged.
This disgusts me.
I vow never to enter Caffe Nero ever again.
Phil.