Estling & Anders

Sounds exclusive doesn’t it? sounds like a «Bang and Olufsen» of the coffee world but, fortunately, this is not so as can you imagine having to sell a long-​suffering kidney to buy your morning fix of caffeine? I’ve always thought that the best kind of coffee is a friendly one and the wee girl that served me was so amazingly friendly that I almost didn’t need my caffeine fueled perk. She somehow managed to talk me into buying one of their fresh pastries without me really realising it, fortunately it was very yummy indeed. There are a large selection of sandwiches and salads, maybe for next time. Still, maybe it was the sugar glow, maybe it was just the excellent coffee, but happy memories will endear me to this place, even if I can never remember the name.

I try to be like the sloth. I do not like to be rushed unless I am the one choosing to rush.
I went here for a business date and its a good location for it as the upstairs is like a converted farmhouse with reams of light flowing in through the skylight. Natural light just always elevates a mood.
The minute we enter we are launched upon,
«What would you like? We have sandwiches for x amount, we have soup we have…»
At this point my anxiety levels started to rise.
«I would just like a few moments to look at the menu, please.»
«OK»
I felt all eyes on me like in poker. So I folded early. He got the soup which he loved and I opted for the salad plate with one meat. I looked at the display searching for the salads, maybe they had them stored elsewhere?
«The salad I will have the salad with meat.»
«OK salad. You want lettuce with that,» as she dumped a handful of lettuce on my plate.
«I guess I will.»
«What else, tomatoes,» as she reached for them.
«NO! I don’t want tomatoes.»
«OK what else? Onions, peppers… What else?»
All she needed was a light bulb to shine in my face as I sat shaking mumbling…
«Please more time… Stop rushing me.»
So after that I got a very sad looking speedy unimaginative «salad». I’m glad I didn’t pay for it. I don’t think it would kill them to make salads with more imagination. If a salad could personify a job mine definitely was a tax inspector.
Also it did annoy me that my companion was addressed as sir, they practically fawned over him. Am I not entitled to a title? Such as m’aam, madame, lady, ms? I can be a lady if I try.

they’re *literally* across the [i hesitate to call it a] road from my house and i never go there. i know this isn’t the best way to start off a review, but bear with me. it’s mostly that fundamentally i’m the laziest person on the planet when it comes to leaving my house to eat during the middle of the day. plus, thanks to the brainwashing provided by my naturopathy college, i’ve been led to believe sandwiches (nay, bread) are evil. so i don’t go there often. but the couple of times i *have* ventured the 25 feet from my front door, i haven’t been disappointed. also this morning i discovered that they do breakfast on weekdays! this is like the most exciting news i’ve had all week (but well, it’s only wednesday) because now i can just go over there for my fried stuff in the morning :) hehe.
i can’t drink coffee cuz it hates me (in soviet russia, coffee drink you) so i have to stick to tea which makes coffee shop type places far less appealing to me. but i am very happy they serve food and i know i will be going over there a lot more often (in my pjyamas or bathrobe) to get breakfast now that i know they have it. and it’s good.