Miljoo Meringue

Well not to be beaten I made my way to the next cafe on my list in Koblenz - the delightful Cafe Miljoo, located in a quaint narrow street in the old part of town with cobbled walkways, church bells and old street lamps. The cafe itself has a great vibe with appealing decor, wooden tables and friendly, cheerful waitresses. It also has a great selection of healthy vegetarian foods - a welcome change from bread and cheese! The helpful waitress assisted me with my coffee selection advising that unless I wanted to risk getting a nescafe, I needed to order, yes dear reader, the "macchiato latte"!!
I decided that maybe given the alternative vibe of this cafe that it might be worth the risk, maybe they will do things differently. Alas my optimism soon turned to high anxiety as I saw the approach of my latte. It was the biggest receptacle I'd seen yet. Two hands needed to lift this one. An insipid glass of lightly coffee tinted milk. The milk had been so fiercely whipped that it had developed little soap sud peaks on top and looked more like beaten meringue than the smooth, creamy, coffee streaked surface I have been yearning for. The macchiato latte had struck again!

Kaffee in Koblenz

The macchiato latte just won't leave me alone. I can't seem to escape it. It has heard all the disparaging comments I have made and is seeking revenge. I arrived in Koblenz, a picturesque town where the Rhine meets the Moselle River. This time I had done my research and had narrowed my caffe latte search down to two reputable establishments. So with notes and maps in hand I ventured into the old town and began my search. The first I came upon was the bewitching old coffee house Kaffeewirtschaft, established in 1911. Now I thought somewhere that has been turning out coffee for a century should know how to make a decent caffe latte.
I sat down under the enticing, stone arches and with some hope placed my order, "Caffe Latte bitte?". But then, to my horror, the waitress nodded, "Yes, a macchiato latte". And there it came the huge glass of steaming milk with a tinge of brown clinging to the sides. I instantly ordered another espresso which gave it a bit more colour. Even so the coffee was bitter and dreggy and the milk was like off-tasting soap suds. I wondered what my next caffe latte experience would be like if this is what a century old Kaffee (coffee) institution was turning out. Will I ever be free of the menace of the macchiato latte?!