Cafe Zero
On a bustling Saturday in London I felt like many people at 5:30pm that a coffee was most definately in order!
With London being not exactly under resourced in this department I attempted to show some brand loyalty and having walked past a few of the usual suspects stopped at Cafe Nero.
It was sadly at this point the dream of the brand promise disappered in the world of reality.
A long queue, not because the its the best coffee in town, but due to the fact their was a single person serving with a t-shirt that proudly annouced to the world that she was a trainee.
Trying to be patient, one girl on her own I tried to understand.
She was then reunited with her partner in crime who had been collecting cups - quite a feat as she returned with 2 and had been gone for at least 10 minutes.
Finally at the front I had to wait whilst our trainee...