Before I elaborate on part two of our big, badass* Californian road trip, I need to make a quick detour to focus on a glint of coffee perfection just outside Hollywood. In search of quality coffee and wifi one morning, the boys and I happened upon artisan coffee newcomer, Cafe Demitasse, which opened on 16th February.
*And yet, how badass can one claim to be while driving an automatic Toyota Yaris? My dreams of a stretch Hummer were dampened by an eye-watering price tag and the shocking revelation that Cher from Clueless wasn’t preaching the truth when she said “everywhere in LA has valet”. I highly doubt my ability to parallel park a stretch Hummer. Next time, maybe.
I can’t speak for LA; but certainly in London, you tend to find the best coffee houses just outside the central hubs. Clerkenwell, Bermondsey, Peckham. Staying in Hollywood like three little basic bitches, I don’t imagine that Alex, Carl and I were in Los Angeles’ hippest ends; so it was a nice little surprise to spot Cafe Demitasse. The vibe is bright and airy, with much of the seating semi-al fresco.
Try as I might, I don’t know a whole lot about coffee. When I’m faced with choices I don’t understand (what separates an Ethiopian bean from a Columbian one?!) I tend to go with the barista’s favourite. In this case, it was the Kyoto Iced Coffee, which had dripped for 15 hours overnight. Do I know what that really means? No, but I know it tasted damn good. Kind of bitter, but in a good way. So good, I didn’t even think of adding milk.
Isn’t this drinking vessel genius? It has a section for ice that sits outside the beverage, so it doesn’t get watered down!
For the surroundings, coffee and gorgeous baristas (I think Ally T actually had to tear me away from chatting with one at the end), this place is hell worth a visit.