"That's why they call it Café Nero, you know. Because you sit and fiddle with your iPad while the world outside burns."
For over 500 years the smell of coffee has seeped into our streets, our lives, our society.
Hub for gossip, romance, political tub thumping, dodgy deals, completing a new pitch, book clubs, a moment alone, escaping being alone - if walls could talk.
And in one coffee shop in a town just over the horizon, those walls can talk, time escapes us and those that visit the coffee house, dream in the coffee house, plot and scheme in the coffee house all...
"That's why they call it Café Nero, you know. Because you sit and fiddle with your iPad while the world outside burns."
For over 500 years the smell of coffee has seeped into our streets, our lives, our society.
Hub for gossip, romance, political tub thumping, dodgy deals, completing a new pitch, book clubs, a moment alone, escaping being alone - if walls could talk.
And in one coffee shop in a town just over the horizon, those walls can talk, time escapes us and those that visit the coffee house, dream in the coffee house, plot and scheme in the coffee house all...
