of Liverpool, or four hard days’ nights
Liverpool. City of big hair, orange tans, thick Scouse accents. City of my sweet friend Maia, who has none of those things. We spent a four-day weekend alternately braving the city and retreating to fuel up on milky tea and cardamom muffins at her flat. It was sort of like running between a cold swimming pool and a hot jacuzzi. My toes are still tingling.
So. Go make yourself a cuppa, and enjoy this very small slice of Liverpool.
We start at the heart of things. Bold Street Coffee is a new kid on the block but has managed to pull together that mix of thoughtfully-roasted beans, capable baristi, and street cred that clues us in to a quality third-wave espressobar.
Next up, a mosey up Bold Street and the surrounding block. Thanks to the numerous vintage and charity shops, I found a cheerful red knit cardigan, a silk blouse with a cheeky citrus print, and a stack of new-ish literature I’ve been unable to track down in the Netherlands. Think Zadie Smith, Jonathan Safran Foer, and a triumphant copy of East of Eden for my Steinbeck-smitten man.
Of course we sustained ourselves on more than coffee and vintage dresses (although let’s be honest, that’s close to all a girl needs). Exhibit A: a horrifically full English brekkie at The Tavern Co. Exhibit B: a mini steak-and-kidney pie that found me the next day. Needless to say this weekend was a vegetarian hall pass, and I was happy to come home and plan on a month of lentils, veggies, beans, and tempeh.
The weekend flew by, and by Tuesday I was well chuffed to be back in the Netherlands, sitting at my regular hangout. As far as I’m concerned, The Village Coffee & Music in Utrecht makes the best flat white around. Here it is, folks — microfoam poured lovingly over a double espresso.
P.S. I beg mercy for not mentioning the Beatles at all – the title is a tiny, tiny concession.