It was seventy-something degrees and gloriously sunny in Cardiff today. The entire population of South Wales seemed to be in the park.
So needless to say, I dove for the nearest air-conditioned coffeeshop.
I feel the need to post a few more pictures of Barker Coffee because, of all the glorious friends I’ve made here, all the fascinating (though occasionally unrecognizable, undead or possibly Dickensian) food I’ve eaten, all the train journeys I’ve taken, all the mythology and history I’ve absorbed, all the stories I can tell, the thing I’m going to remember most about Cardiff is—Barker Coffee.
No coffeeshop compares. Think approximately eighty leather armchairs in six old Victorian storefronts in Castle Arcade, nearly within sight of both the castle and the 800-year-old cathedral. Picture the best coffee in the United Kingdom (though I have to admit that the competition isn’t stiff). Add in jazz music, soothing gold paint, palpable history, and baristas who don’t notice when you spend two pounds on an americano and eight hours drinking it molecule by molecule while working on your laptop. That’s Barker Coffee.
Also, the milkshakes come in glass bottles.
