OK, so they’ve named themselves after Russian elites, and they buy their coffee direct in some mysterious manner, so perhaps I should have been suspicious from the start? But they do make STRONG coffee that doesn’t taste like burnt pork crackling, and the panninis are satisfying and vaguely Italian … but something is missing. I remain unconvinced of their alleged supremacy over Chicago’s Downtown coffee kingdom.
I have devised a wish list for Intelligentsia to take on board.
- CERAMIC BLISS. When I say “have here, in ceramic” that means “have here, in ceramic”, as in, not in cardboard with a silly plastic lid.
- Where the hell is the cocoa shaker? Who wants a cinnamon overdose every time they head for the cocoa on their cappuccino? (I’ve discovered there is such thing as a cinnamon headache … I should probably pitch this to a pharmaceutical company.)
- Why is my cappuccino two-thirds froth and one third liquid?
- SOFAS. Pretty please!
- Oh, and while you’re at it, can I please have a hot air balloon, a tamed Alpaca and a talking squirrel?