tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023638254351254858.post8185862651648472238..comments2024-01-22T08:14:00.016+05:30Comments on Musings: Over a cuppa coffeeShantalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315301215585999657noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023638254351254858.post-45624165167661657772007-03-01T15:49:00.000+05:302007-03-01T15:49:00.000+05:30Ah! The first time I visited one was an old Barist...Ah! The first time I visited one was an old Barista at Churchgate, Mumbai. What made this experience of mine memorable was that it was 0630 am, and I was staying at the CST station waiting room, and waiting for my job interview to begin in The Oberoi hotel (scheduled to start at 11-ish, the same day). At that time, I was searching for chai joints to open up (being a pukka Hyderabadi, having Irani chai joints open early in the morning was a given), and started walking in the general direction of (you guessed it!), a movie hall called Sterling (huge screen, still plays niche English movies). Just opposite (another cinema) New Empire, was this new coffee shop, Barista, of which I had never heard about, just opening up, and a solo employee bustling about the place, setting up tables (and chairs), and cleaning up. I asked her if I might sit, and she said I might if I didn't mind waiting for a while. I didn't (she was cute), and as she set about working, I settled down with some novels and the daily newspaper, and checked out the menu. Most of the items were described in detail, and I have always been a huge fan of chocolate, so no surprise when I settled for Cafe Mocha (these days I much prefer Mocha Tease at Barista). Well, that was then, and this is now, but I can never forget that day.Seshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08067365451035979852noreply@blogger.com