The lack of art was made more disappointing by the fact that the gentlemen after me got a wonderful baristarific cup of coffee art. What a difference a barista makes.
But still, I’d support them just because I heard one of them behind the counter saying how they’re a social enterprise – they give youths-in-need skills in coffee making, so that “they’d always be in demand” – at least until the world’s coffee beans run out.
And… Halfway through the latte, this beautiful macaron appeared in front of me, courtesy of another one behind the counter. It tasted as good as it looked.
Good intentions always make my day.