Coffee-mate, it was not coffee’s friend at all, just horrid dried milk in a weird jar.
The first time I ever had real coffee was in German on a school exchange. Having only experienced boiled milk with a spoon of Mellow Birds I was hooked on the real stuff, and only drank it BLACK
So back in Germany recently wandering down around Rosa Luxumberg in Berlin and came across this temple to coffee.
Don’t you just love a shop specialising in one thing.