A couple of Bengali mashimas who came and sat down beside us after. They happily dug into their coffees, (‘please remove the sugar from the cold coffee’) and sandwiches. Lethargic attempts to claim the bill (“coffee at Barrista is 67 Rs, hmm). Lacked the drama of our last encounter with mashimas in a coffee shop. They had a tiny little girl with them. The little one was sipping into a glass of cold coffee with glee. Not intimidated by the fact that the glass was taller than her.
We went back this morning. This time had bagel with bacon and cream cheese and croissant with ham and red hot Ementhal. The long haired guy at the counter was quite proactive and new his stuff. He suggested pairings to us which really worked well. K had a good laugh when he scoffed at my suggestion of pesto. He felt pesto wouldn’t go well with meat and that they use it only for vegetarian sandwiches. ‘Knife Dulled’ she called it. Well, as long as it improves the experience why not? the sandwiches were really good.
The cappuccinos at 80 Rs each really sucked and we both left them unfinished.
