Charles Platt – Editor at Large

Wait why’d she do that?

That is the prevailing thought of at least one person (me) in the busy gardens point library foyer this afternoon, as an utterly weird student turned PHD student turned casualized tutor has ordered a dainty little piccolo instead of the standard big fuck off flat white.

Merlo are good at two things. The aforementioned flat whites with your milk of choice, or the equally calorific cappuccinos with more chocolate powder than coffee.

Not that the cultured and handsome editor of this publication has anything against a super short latte, but why Merlo? I’m in fact rather partial, but if I’m ordering a coffee strong enough where I can actually taste coffee, I’m walking the extra 50 meters to Lady Harriet’s or something.

We reached out to several others in the queue to get their thoughts.

“Why are you talking to me?” asks one.

“There’s literally nothing wrong with ordering a piccolo at Merlo’s stop being so judgmental” says another.

They’re clearly weird too.

No more to come.