Well. It was a long work day. But then I remembered seeing a cafe not far from work, which seemed to be open late.

We decided to give it a go. I mean, it looked pretty cool (from the outside) and hey, it was open. (Yes I don't learn - see my review on Exomod.)

The first thing that hit me was, "Oh, is this and Indian take-away or a coffee shop?). But they had the machine and seemed to be serving coffee and the prices seemed okay. I asked the, err.., "barista" So decided to go with my regular order of a macchiato, this time a double.

The "barista" then disappeared. Then reappeared with a mobile phone. He made a call and was asking the person at the other end (presumably some kind of Cafe help line or call centre) where the chocolate was.

Okay, so I know at this stage I should have turned around and ran. But hey it could have been for another customer. The one who just ordered a curry. I like chocolate curry. Mmmmm... Something to dip the naan in.

Now, that I had returned from daydreaming about chocolate naan bread, the "barista" was still trying to decipher the coffee chart on the fridge door.

I saw my chance and told him that actually I would need to go now. And not to worry about the coffee. Thank you.

Then I ran away screaming "Arrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh........."