Cold coffee in the morning

Without you to hold i’ll be freezing. It’s dark in a cold December, but I’ve got you to keep me warm. Starbucks barista wrote my name in Russian, we almost missed collecting our Caramel Macchiatos! Because seriously what does it say? Can’t freaking read it. Paris Hilton was at Red Square when we were thereContinue reading “Cold coffee in the morning”

Cafè-Hopping: Working Title SG

Stumbled upon {working title} at Arab Street whilst wandering along Haji Lane and Bali Lane before kicking ass at Muay Thai on a Monday morning. They share a place with a hostel, and the cafè’s small but cosy. Iced latte was okay, nothing fantastic; there’s also a selection of tummy-fillers like their ice-cream cookies whichContinue reading “Cafè-Hopping: Working Title SG”