Growing up the smell of coffee was always on. The first thing you would smell in the morning. Coffee. The first thing that hit your nose as you walked in the door from school. Coffee. And yes, after dinner. More Coffee. So naturally I acquired a taste for it. We like it strong. Go hard or go home. My grandfather calls it cowboy coffee. My life without would be half as productive.
I moved to Sydney in January. And surprisingly Aussie’s are addicted, just like me. There are amazing café’s in Sydney. So why not share the love. Come with me as I explore the best of the best. The crema of what Sydney has to offer. Come, as a fall more in love with the drink that makes this world go round.
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