Now you see me , now you donβt .
Can you spot my camouflaged cup of coffee ?
Thanks to the reviews by other bupplers, I was made aware of the existence of this quaint cafe.
The coffee was robust with a slight sourish undertone. I actually liked the pretty clay cup more than the coffee π. Given that it was my first encounter in a tipping cafe , it was a pretty exciting encounter for me .
The ambience was lovely especially since I managed to get the seat by the window. Strangely , I felt a tad tinge of cautiousness and tension too - perhaps it was too quiet π€«.
The usual me would have opted for cakes with my coffee but I felt more like drinking than eating today. So itβs just me and my coffee in complete silence π