Upstairs in NX100, this Italianesque cafe has its java bar facing out to accommodate the passing throng – and throng it is. Jeez it’s noisy up there! Anyway, thought we’d give it a go. That dark wood decor couldn’t lift the coffee though. I’m no barista but I thought the tamper thingie needs to be firmly pushing those grinds around in the portafilta to show them whose boss rather than politely making their acquaintance and apologizing for brushing up against them!! This rather pleasant respect for personal space results in the water cascading joyfully through the beans without so much as a howdy-do, let alone a joyous dalliance and slushy socializing that gives a rich complex draw that lingers delightfully on the taste buds. Ahh well, the old disappointment of under extracted unfulfilled promise. 42%