God damn it I love this place. Ty & Benjamin make some of the most consistent coffee, not just in Nambour, but on the coast. The whole experience is catered for from sparkling water whilst waiting for your coffee to the varying food stalls/trucks each lunch. We are very lucky to have young business people investing their time and energy in the town.
Upon approaching the store, I had no idea of I was in for. As I entered, the tillman instantly recognised how parched I was. Without a word being said, I heard the gentle, calming flow of a sparkling substance exiting the chilled brass chambers of a tap. "Drink, my son. You're home now." the tillman said. The substance the cold glass contained was everything I could have ever wanted...and more. It not only quenched my mighty thirst, but I honestly believe it satisfied the deep seeded longing within my soul. Head barista is a bit rapey, but the sparkling water is truly something exceedingly special. 10/10
I'm a street photographer, it's 6am and a garbo, a man whom society has stereotyped to be the dirty heel on the boot of this shallow, blue collared manipulative machine of capitalism that we have become. This garbo is on his knees next to his truck, jacket caressing this wounded possum on the dusty road. As I stepped closer onto the road to capture my masterpiece, I was so enthralled in this heartbreaking portrait that I didn't notice the puddle of filth near the curb, my high top converse shoes held no accord as my foot slipped upon that stain on the earth. I heard a crack. A break. My ankle. My god. A cry so shocking echoed among the streets of central Nambour. In my haze of pain I stumbled, somehow I limped and whimpered my sorry way into a newly refurbished store. The air, my word there was even something different in the air, in retrospect it was probably the aircon. I fell upon the counter, the pain shooting from my joint into my tongue, screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs. As I breathed my last, vision fleeting, memory fading, the light appeared at the end of the tunnel, I remember one single thing, a bearded man, offering me a crystal glass of crisp sparkling water. As the rejuvenating liquid poured from the brass tap infused into the counter, the sound of the bubbles awakened me from my sorry state, and upon taking grasp of the glass, I drank deep and long from its sparkling embrace. And praises to the gods, it's awoke me, the liquid sparkling of the tap healed my ankle, it's flavour, texture and bubble to water ration, everything about this was of the heavens! I looked the beast of the man directly in the eyes and asked, "How much do I owe you?" He looked me directly back, and with an exasperation he told me, "Look mate, it's free." It's was at that moment my heart couldn't take anymore miracles, and I blacked out on the counter. The piccolo was pretty good too.
Had the single origin (columbian).. Very robust and full of flavour. On the pallete it spread out like the feathers on a peacock across my tongue. But the FREE SPARKLING WATER was amazing, tasting notes or carbonation and raspberries, I got the full flavour the H2O and will definitely be back.
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