Posts Tagged ‘Coffee and Capes’
Coffee and Capes part III of III: Cappuccino
I really loved the look on the heroes face in the pencil sketch for this piece and whilst he changed a little bit I’m still pretty happy with the overall feel of this one. He has a classic superhero feel to him, bright colours, generally cheery and he can sit wherever he wants to have his morning cappuccino.
This is the final piece for this collection, for now, coffee and capes is something I would like to explore further.
Tags: Cappuccino Coffee and Capes Comic books Painting Super heroes
Since I recently moved offices from one side of Brisbane CBD to another I’ve had to seek out a new coffee place. So I’ve been running a search pattern gradually expanding around the new building hunting for the coffee experience to replace my old haunt.
See it’s not just the actual cup of coffee that I’m looking for, I mean the coffee has to be good but I’m not really expecting the magical perfect cup of joe, that’d be nice but I’m a realist and I’ll take consistency over the occasional brilliant drop.
That’s where Starbucks completely got it right, even if you don’t think their coffee is the greatest generally you’ll get the same experience and the same cup every time and people really like that. Of course that can backfire if the experience isn’t really a good one.
Take for example the coffee chain Zarraffa’s Coffee, they have a really large cup of coffee called the Masai size, I was pretty excited because I like a big cup even though I probably should avoid them. So I figure this will be my new local coffee shop, but then the experience kept letting me down, the coffee was okay but the lids didn’t fit the cup properly so I wore coffee stains down my shirt and all over my desk. The guy serving behind the counter was generally unpleasant and would bitch and moan about ignorant customers to the regulars. It wasn’t very welcoming and frankly I don’t need that crap in the morning before my nerves have been settled with caffeine. I’ve been to plenty of Zarraffa’s Coffee shops too and they more often than not are really good too but I’m not walking for half an hour to go to one, if I were going to do that I’d go back to my old coffee cart whom I miss.
Other places around me are either too cool for themselves and their coffee does not match their own perceived coolness or way too generic, I’m way fussy but then coffee isn’t generally cheap in Brisbane so why shouldn’t I be?
So yesterday at the comic book shop they mentioned that there was a new coffee place down the laneway and I should check it and this morning I did.
I love the text that they have on their little postcard fliers which describes really well the uniqueness of their location:
Do you like your coffee down a laneway, under a boomgate, in a beat up old factory?
I’m happy to report that the coffee was pretty good. The location though is amazing, it’s a great friendly space. So if you are in Brisbane you should check out The Coffee Supplier.
It’s down that lane and then take a right!
A long time ago I wrote about the little Batman mug that nobody loved, it was a mug that for what seemed like no reason at all had fallen not only out of favour but further down into a sort of loathing. If, when someone was kind enough to make you a cup of coffee you were always a little sad to see that it was in the Batman mug and you would find yourself wondering why you were being slighted.
Surprisingly enough I believe that mug to still be loitering in the back of the cupboard, having survived, very much like a cockroach various coffee cup culling that have gone on in our house over various moves.
This leads me to explain the fact that we have a menagerie of coffee cups in our house, by which I mean a variety of cups of various designs and not a re-edited two part Star Trek pilot episode (the latter of course wouldn’t even make sense but would grant you geek points if that was the first thing you thought of when reading the word menagerie).
We’ve tried in the past to shape up our coffee drinking related cups into some sort of orderly collection of mugs that are at least the same size and that do not have faded images of various cartoon characters, despite my insistence that I’m sure that the Queen drinks out of a knock-off Hellboy mug.
Fortunately Tracey is not easily swayed by my poorly researched ‘good enough for royality’ arguments of which even I’m not really passionate about and she has sorted the mug situation for us at home:
