Mono’s doors are left open and for good reasons. One, customers could hear selfless yobbos rev their Ferrari V12s and Porsche flat-6s as they drive pass. Two, the store is basically an igloo and no I do not leave home with shorts to go with Birkenstock.
About their coffee.. Ahh this is a rather tricky one. On one hand my brain is telling me that it is a fairly good cup but there’s something I hate about it. It could probable that my Cappuccino was strangely large in volume, maybe it’s the beans and for once I am unsure of my favourite cup of drink.
The people at Mono are welcoming but not remotely heart-warming. Although their furniture may look the part, they are quirky when put to use. My judgement might be dazed by the freezing temperature at Mono but I am certain of their water closet smelling like a good spread of faeces.
[Closed for good]
[Closed for good]
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