Back in April I was in Oxford and following a meeting I decided to get some coffee before heading home.
Oxford is awash with places to drink coffee, and sometimes too much choice is a bad thing. When I worked in Oxford ten years ago now, there were places I liked, some are still there, some have closed down.
I was passing the Oxford branch of Crosstown and it looked nice. I headed in and ordered a coffee.
It was a warm welcoming place, somewhat smart in decor and furniture, not formal, but not informal either. There was a wide range of doughnuts and other pastries, but I wasn’t hungry, having just had lunch, so I went with a coffee, a cortado.
It was quite nice, I wasn’t that fond of the flavour, but it was well made.