Caffe Nero

Don’t get me wrong, I love café nero, mainly for their Amaretto Latte’s. But this is the a second time I’ve been to this particular Café Nero and I face another issue.
My first time trip they were rushing so much that I was under pressure and said my order wrong 3 times, they then gave and charged me for a large when I asked for a medium. Mistakes happen, didn’t really bother me.
Second trip, and my coffee was so hot it burnt off every taste bud on my tongue. And my latte wasn’t lovely smooth micro bubbles… but thick foam. Very disappointing.
Such a shame because I usually love a Nero.

I was so looking forward to moving into an area with my very own coffee shop close by. But this Caffe Nero is like Central Perk staffed ENTIRELY by Rachels, none of which bear even the slightest resemblance to Jennifer Aniston.
I’ve been in three times and each time there have been great tumbleweed swathes of tables that need cleaning. Fair play, there’s only ever two people working there and it’s quite a large café, but still. Not awesome.
But the thing that really, really annoys me is the internet. I don’t have internet at my place yet, so I am tarting around coffee shops and, in the instance of Caffe Nero, forking out at least four quid a pop to use their BT Openzone connection.
PEOPLE. DO NOT DO THIS.
The internet connection here is as temperamental as a one-​legged tightrope walker making the transition to roller skater. I am a lady, but if I were blessed with testicles, I would be screaming «CAFFE NERO! SUCK MY BALLS» like a swearier Network. The staff, bless them, don’t seem to have the faintest idea how the internet connection in this particular Caffe Nero works, but they do know where the sugar and milk are and they make a decent-​ish cup of coffee.
For soul, your sanity and a nice clean coffee shop with staff that take pride in their work though, run far, far away from this place. Now.