If you want to experience what I experienced at Caffe Nero, just go to your local CN and sit for twenty minutes with a latte and a lemon and poppyseed muffin. That's what corporate is all about, isn't it?
That said, it was nice to sit in the bucket chairs watching Newcastle pass in front of the window, and the muffin was nice even if the coffee was a bit strong for my taste. The friend who had ventured to join me felt that the table could have been cleared for us, but I can cope with moving a tray and mopping up a bit of water with some napkins.
So, as a TV programme used to say, let's review the evidence. Dark wood furniture and leather bucket chairs, loud, latiny music, centrally produced cakes and biscuits, coffee in lots of different guises. Who drinks coffee in a place like this? The young. The trendy. The ones who couldn't find their way to Costa, or Starbucks, or Coffee Republic or wherever. Do I need to say more...
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