So. I have a teeny weeny crush on Glen of Glen's Espresso. The man provides me with coffee and cake and once he gave me a free muffin because I was feeling sad. How can you not fall in love with someone like that? Also, he wear a variety of interesting hats. Unfortunately there is a distressing rumour circulating that he has fallen for a gorgeous redhead. How unfair.
Glen's Espresso is a cart at 82 Ann Street, it's right out the front some kind of college with lots of international students or a college of international students, I'm not sure which. They are good to talk to when you are bored at morning tea time. If none are around (or you are not feeling talkative) you can peruse one of the various literary works that are conveniently left for you to enjoy on the sunny little coffee tables. I am now most of the way through "Chuck Norris v Mr T", a fine read.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Before you sit down you do of course have to order your coffee. This is my favourite part (and not just because it provides an opportunity to strike up conversation with Glen or his equally delish counterpart, Frenchie). To order you take a paper cup. You write your order on it and your name. I always add a picture (usually a very badly drawn cat as I am artistically incompetent, sometimes a tropical beach scene if I am dreaming of escape from the city). The coffee cart displays some pretty fine examples of coffee cup art. You then put your cup back on the coffee machine and go pay in the honesty box. Yes. An honestly box; simple and effective.
The whole set up makes me feel warm and fuzzy, rather like the tasty Fairtrade coffee that I consume immediately thereafter.