Friday, 5 March 2010
Last week, a little grey van marked "Brewed Boy espresso" set itself up on Rupert St - conveniently en route to my morning walk to the Tube.
There's a big shiny coffee machine on the back, and Square Mile Winter brew pulsing through its veins. And Rob, its barista, smiles a lot and wears wellies. These sorts of operations always intrigue me, and my curiousity was sufficiently piqued. I immediately had Brewed Boy earmarked for a morning heart starter.
My every effort to sample the goods was scuppered during that first week. Power cuts, rain and early morning meetings defeated me at every turn.
But finally, I made it. And it was worth it.
The flat white is smooth and soulful - a joyous way to start the day. As readers will know, I'm fussy about my coffee (especially that crucial first of the day) but I could not have enjoyed this one more. Barista Rob is of such sunny, chatty disposition that I'm almost considering becoming a morning person. Almost. He made espressos in Australia (Brisbane) for a while - an excellent training base, if I do say so myself - before returning to London recently and deferring a journalistic career to pursue his passion for the good stuff. My luck!
Flat whites are a bargain at £1.80 (lattes are £2.00), come in the right sized cup (without even asking or, worse, having to repeat oneself to an incredulous double take that no you don't want regular) and Brewed Boy is now, happily, a permanent fixture on Rupert St. Although....
I was outraged to hear this morning that the local bullies in one Rupert St cafe keep hampering Rob's attempts to make me a good coffee by pulling the power and forcing him up the road. His exact current position is uncertain. And I had to resort to a disgusting coffee at the work cafe - don't mess with me today. If you're wandering through Soho, give Starbucks and Costa a wave, give the red cafe on Rupert St the one finger salute, then buy a lovely, heart warming coffee from Brewed Boy.
Brewed Boy Espresso, Rupert Street, Soho, London, W1D