Bowery has been a company I’ve been avoiding for unknown reasons, call it an ill feeling – or intuition. As soon as I arrived, say if the coffee were to let me down, the ambience would be of good help to do some saving from ruining a perfect evening. So I made my way up to the counter and called for a latte priced at a bold RM 10.80 ++ and several frozen custards which is their fancy language for ice-cream.
So far so good, sat myself down and couldn’t wait for what was coming my way. First came the frozen stuff where my choices were; earl grey, vanilla and toasted coconut. Bowery’s owners must have a sweet tooth since the main ingredient to each and every one of those glorified ice creams is a recipe for diabetes. The overly sweet earl grey muddled with excessive caramel and immensely toasted coconut were awful in the mouth.
So far so good, sat myself down and couldn’t wait for what was coming my way. First came the frozen stuff where my choices were; earl grey, vanilla and toasted coconut. Bowery’s owners must have a sweet tooth since the main ingredient to each and every one of those glorified ice creams is a recipe for diabetes. The overly sweet earl grey muddled with excessive caramel and immensely toasted coconut were awful in the mouth.
Then came my long awaited Latte. My taste buds had gone through a series of agony from start to finish much likened to a bad romance. However, on more serious note, it was unsurprisingly considering their staff were monkeying about in the process of coffee making despite having no prior orders. It is perfectly acceptable for Bowery to deliberately choose to brew hideous coffee but what pains me is the waste of terribly calibrated Blacklist blend and good Farmhouse milk.
Following to that, their pricing strategy is just peculiar where they are neither rounded up nor down with taxes to be added later which makes change difficult for their staffs (hurray for tips). The way that Bowery does business brought about reminiscence of a college mate who failed to fulfil his(er) parent’s wishes of being doctor then swapped for accountings instead.
To address the rather pleasant place I stepped into earlier, the loud badly composed vaguely jolly music made conversations difficult so I left my cup at almost full and barely touched baroque ice cream. Throughout my drive home, it got me questioning if the directors have even been to NYC. On that bombshell, those were my two cents and that's how much Bowery is worth.
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