I am back after a hiatus from the world of coffee and experience, but I assure you that my resolve has never been stronger. After going through some strange times in my life, and the everlasting search for good coffee and a good experience in relations to the search for the perfect cup, it is time to start writing again. It has taken me to Spain, England, around Reykjavík and the places around Iceland. And in my head as well. I am getting closer to the best cup, but there is a long way to go.
My main joy over the last few months is Reykjavik Roasters and the increasing favorite coffee house Kaffi Laugarlækur. A hostel close to the city center, but not in town so to speak. It is close to the largest swimming pool in Reykjavik, and the coffee there is fantastic. I go there in the evening to chat to my friends and family. My favorite cup is there waiting for me. A shot of double espresso from Papua New Guinea. And it is intense. The flavors and the smell. It is a party in a cup. A real experience. I drive 16 km from my home for that one cup. As often as I can.
The place itself will get its own article here shortly.
The other joy is my old home, Reykjavik Roasters. They have a WiFi now, and have stopped taking the creme off the cup like they did for a while. A very good thing. I am starting to feel like a regular again, the staff is great, they know me again, the flood of tourists has slowed down since the summer. And the conversations here are great. I strike up a chat with people who sit as the table or next to me when I am here and it is always great.
Met a couple from the UK last time I was here, and after asking where they came from. I opened up my coat and showed them my old Leeds University T shirt I was wearing, much to their joy since they reside in my old hometown of Leeds. Gave them some tourist information about northern lights, The blue lagoon and of course about great coffee in town.
The massive flow of tourists as some benefits for us locals. Places with good coffee are on the increase.
Now it is a must for me to search the city for great coffee and report to the outside world, so we who are in Reykjavik at any given time can warm our hearts and minds with the strange dark fluid that saves the soul when the day is getting short and the holiday stress takes over our busy lives.