Things are looking up when I’m immediately supplied with water. The coffee takes too long to get to me, however my palate is slammed with an elegant cup of fresh coffee.
I’m slightly surprised, having recently been served a $4.50 cup of witch’s piss. My faith is somewhat restored. A rich liquor with caramel tones begins to stain my teeth.
Green Square was one of the first areas to sprout cafes like pimples in the early nineties. They are supported mostly by the large numbers of unit renters in Kingston. Saturday mornings are busy. While I supped I was inspected by two magpies and a pigeon, the charm of the park square cafe.