Coffee Rocks!

Taking a Sunday morning hike along the glorious coastline of the Yuragir National Park near Yamba in Northern NSW, I began to notice a thick, rich espresso like fluid that seeped from underground springs and then flowed magically over smooth rock. The result was a coastline of divine coffee-coloured rock. A sign in the park then informed me that, not surprisingly, the name given to this espresso coloured rock is "Coffee Rock".
Like most ventures into nature, this leisurely hike was not without its dramas. Our peaceful amble along the walking track was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like the terrifying pounding of approaching hooves. In a cloud of dust we came face to face with two huge, startled kangaroos.

Needless to say by the time we got back to civilisation after a morning immersed in natural images of swirling espresso and close encounters with kangaroos I was ready for a soothing caffe latte. I spied a Segafredo sign in the main street and thought I'd see if the locals could do better than my disastrous German Segafredo experience.
The caffe latte that was served up looked respectable enough although it was served in an unusual glass that tapered in at the base. The espresso itself was bitter and the latte overall lacked that rich flavour I was yearning for and was no match for the natural espresso I'd seen oozing from the tantalising Coffee Rocks.

Macchiato Latte? Bremen Germany

Just got off a very fast train from Frankfurt to Bremen. Having spent 4 hours being jet propelled across Germany I was well and truly ready for a latte by the time my feet hit solid ground. Inside the large Bremen central station arrival hall I saw a vision - a familiar red and black Segafredo sign. Now having had this brand of espresso back home and found it quite palatable I thought I may have found it...I had learnt from a helpful waitress in Frankfurt that what I needed to ask for was a macchiato latte to get what I would normally call a caffe latte, so with confidence and my wheely case in tow I strode up to the counter and placed my order. Then I waited and watched...Down came the tall parfait glass,not a good start, this was then filled to the brim with hot milk. But wait I thought, "Where's the room for the espresso?" Then it came, a tiny metal jug from which was poured a few tiny drops of espresso which did little but add a tiny stain to the milk. So there it was - the macchiato latte...my search for a decent caffe latte continues. As you can see from the image the drops of coffee finally settled in the bottom of the glass, leaving a 4cm layer of white scorched foam on top.
When the coast was clear I made a dash and came upon this jolly group of town musicians who had journeyed to Bremen in search of a better life. My spirits instantly lifted and I decided not to be beaten by the macchiato latte.

Beachside Grinders

Don't you just love weekends away...? On a recent weekend trip to the coast to the pleasant north coast town of Yamba, I did as I usually do when in unfamiliar latte territory and put up my latte radar in the hope of spying a cafe that may be able to turn out a decent espresso. Having little success I decided to leave the search for the next morning.
Our hotel was beautifully situated at the other end of the surf beach which therefore meant an hours hike the next morning, involving a long stretch of beach, a scramble over rocky outcrops and a hill climb via a narrow goat track before there was any chance of my morning coffee hit. By the time we hit civilisation my fitness levels had been tested and my yearning for a rich espresso had reached a tipping point.
Having agreed with some trepidation to my travelling companion's enthusiastic suggestion of breakfast at the beachside kiosk next to the rolling waves, I had given up hope of a decent latte. But at least their blackboard sign advertised that they did serve espresso coffee so all was not lost.
My fears however quickly turned to elation as the sign slowly came in to view GRINDERS COFFEE! Here it was at the Yamba beach kiosk, one of my favorite Melbourne blends not experienced since I left the coffee capital. The intrepid nature walk had been worth it. The latte, which could have been a little stronger and with a little less foam on top, was nonetheless smooth and satisfying with that rich and full Grinders taste. All up a tasty breakfast and reasonable latte in rustic natural surrounds away from the main street bustle. Recommended.