Sometimes adventure is simply another way of saying We are wandering around because we got lost. Because we can’t find whatever we were looking for. Because rather than worry about it, we’re enjoying the moment. Because the search is the fun part, more than the having found.
This is one way of explaining how we are strolling along the length of Queens Wharf looking for a specialty coffee bar (one of several in our café hop list) when we stumble upon a pop-up in the foyer of a bank building.
There are freshly baked goodies: pork belly apple cider pies and peanut butter & dark chocolate brioche. It’s the scones that catch our attention though. We balance the green goodness of the spinach, feta, onion, mushroom & olive scone with their decidedly more sinful bacon and leek scone. (Though leeks count as greens, so still healthy, no?)
Then there is the coffee. The affable barista, Michael, recommends their signature blends in two different ways: the Gangster Rabbit – a smooth and sweet blend that combines nutty Tanzania, creamy Brazil, and Guatemala for body and balance – for a flat white, and the Raging Rhino – a Fair Trade organic blend that has blueberry notes from Ethiopia Sidamo – for a long black.
These turn out to be fantastic cups. Delicious. Michael asks us where we’re from and when we tell him, he tells us he’s half-Kiwi and half-Malaysian; his father hails from Penang. Small world. (And isn’t it awesome how our countrymen – or even their progeny – are some of the friendliest folks you’d ever meet?)
So we didn’t find the café we had been looking for. That’s okay. What we found instead has us beaming instead. What you discover when you don’t find what you’re looking for is often more than a pleasant surprise; it’s even better. A revelation and a testament to how wonderful life is.