There are many things London does better than New Zealand – but there is one thing the UK can’t do right
Last March, I made the most terrifying decision of my life and relocated from the tranquil country of New Zealand to the bustling city of London. Now, nearly a year later, I can confidently say it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made – but there’s one aspect of my new life that makes me long for my Antipodean roots.
Despite residing in London, where coffee shops are as common as pigeons, I’ve yet to find a cup of coffee that even comes close to what I used to enjoy in New Zealand. It would be almost commendable if it wasn’t so disheartening.
From the gentrified streets of Hackney to the corner shops of Streatham, I’ve failed to find a single sip of coffee that brings me joy. Back in New Zealand, I worked as a barista for five years before becoming a journalist, developing not only a love for high-quality caffeine but also a serious dependency.
I used to refuse to get out of bed if there was no coffee in the house, but since moving hemispheres, I’ve practically given up on coffee altogether.Brits are known for their love of tea, and I suspect that’s because the coffee here is so dreadful it’s not worth drinking – at least that’s why I now drink tea.
I never drank tea in New Zealand, but since relocating here, I’ve swapped my morning coffee for a cup of the milder stuff, simply because I’ve been unable to find any type of bean that produces a palatable cup of home-brewed coffee, reports the Express.
When I’m out and about at the weekends, I sometimes treat myself to brunch and a coffee, but my order has significantly changed since moving here. I used to opt for an Americano – two shots of espresso with hot water, but in London, I find myself more frequently ordering a mocha – two shots of espresso with chocolate milk.
This isn’t because I have a sweet tooth, but rather because the espresso here often tastes bitter or acidic or over-extracted, leading me to use the chocolate as a cover-up.
I’ve even resorted to pleading with my friends from New Zealand to bring over bags of coffee beans when they visit, and limiting myself to just one cup a day – not ideal, but certainly preferable to shelling out £9 on artisan beans that taste metallic.
There are many areas where London outshines New Zealand – the groceries are fresher and cheaper, the public transport is quick and reliable, and the arts and culture scene is unparalleled. However, all these experiences – be it grocery shopping, commuting or enjoying a good show – would be greatly enhanced by a decent cup of coffee beforehand.
