One Last Cup Of Monmouth Coffee

I've not actually sat down at the outlet on Monmouth Street for coffee. It's always a grab and go. The booths are tiny and only seat about 12 at any one time. There's always this really long queue to sit down and have a cuppa. The average waiting time is about 25 minutes, unless you're really lucky to catch the cafe at an off-peak hour. As much time as I have in the world, I can't be bothered to wait, even if it's freaking cold outside.

But for this last cuppa, I'm determined to sit down. I will miss the flavors and aroma of Monmouth Coffee very very much. There is nothing like this in Singapore.

On this freeze-my-ass-off day, there were plenty plenty humans thronging the cafe. I wondered why. Perhaps it was because of the gloomy rain. So I waited in line for a seat and amused myself by the going-ons of coffee-making. For all that waiting, I was very tempted to order 2 cups of flat white. Sadly, I could only stomach one. Their coffee is strong!