Author: Julian Vale

I remember sitting in a quiet corner of a Melbourne cafe last year, mid-dial-in on a stunning anaerobic Gesha, when my phone started vibrating incessantly. […]

I remember sitting in a cramped, humid cafe in Melbourne, staring at a blank screen while my espresso shot slowly died in the portafilter. I […]

I remember sitting in a dimly lit cafe in Berlin, staring at a profile that looked absolutely flawless—the kind of curated aesthetic that usually signals […]

I remember sitting in a dimly lit corner of a Melbourne cafe, staring intensely at a high-res print of a landscape shot, trying to find […]

I was sitting in a dimly lit cafe in Berlin last year, staring at my laptop as a login error flashed on the screen for […]

I remember sitting in a dimly lit corner of a bustling cafe in Berlin, the scent of roasted Ethiopian Yirgacheffe thick in the air, while […]

I remember sitting in a dimly lit cafe in Berlin, the air thick with the scent of roasted Ethiopian beans and the rhythmic thwack-thwack of […]

I remember sitting in a dimly lit café in Berlin, staring at a lukewarm espresso that tasted more like burnt rubber than a high-altitude Ethiopian […]

I remember sitting in a dim corner of a café in Berlin, the scent of toasted hazelnuts and high-acid Ethiopian beans filling the air, when […]

I remember standing in a dimly lit corner of a cafe in Berlin, staring at my laptop with a growing sense of dread as the […]