Coffee Capital

One afternoon, back in our hotel after a hard day’s sightseeing in Seattle, I popped in to the tiny coffee shop next door. It was smaller than our hotel room, and could seat about five or six people.

On one wall was a fireplace, although, upon closer inspection, it turned out not to contain a real fire but a widescreen TV showing video of a roaring fire. Above it and to one side was a picture frame. This contained an iPad mini, showing a live video feed from a small camera positioned next to the coffee machine, so you could watch your drink as it brewed and poured out from the machine. And when I paid for my purchase the till consisted of an iPad with an app which let you pay by signing your name with your finger on the screen.

The speciality coffee that week was Bacon Latte: a normal latte containing bacon-flavoured syrup, served with a strip of caramelised bacon on the side. Not for me.
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