September 09, 2008



that Hannah Tinti is super talented and foxy to boot...sigh.

Rachael King

Imagine what it's like as a native flat white lover going into Starbucks in NY as I did a few years ago and trying to get something similar! They all seemed to only come in big, huge, or enormous sizes and so much milk!

Mark, if you can think of what I should ask for next time to acheive the same as a flat white, please let me know.


How does the Flat White compare with the mocha bianca at Caffe Strada in Berkeley?


Here is my tip at least for London ( and this is from a lass who takes her coffee beans and pot to Paris) - ask for a double shot espresso and 3/4 milk, you may have to supervise, if you are lucky you may get something close to a flat white...

Or if you are up for some serious pleasure, try a double ristretto flat white, perfection, though you may have to try Australia or Italy for that one ( Italy it would be a doppio ristretto cafe latte)....


The comments thus far represent perfectly my reaction to this post - 1/4 "Hannah Tinti is a special lady" and 3/4 "God Almighty where can I get one of those flat white masterpieces" -


The comments thus far represent perfectly my reaction to this post - 1/4 "Hannah Tinti is a special lady" and 3/4 "God Almighty where can I get one of those flat white masterpieces" -


Great! Thank you for the nice little article. I need to go to more book sale events. :)


It was nice to listen to and finally meet you, Mark, and of course you enjoyed our coffee! it rocks :-)
Terrific shot of the Beamer Edge theatre there.


Unfortunately yours was the session I missed when I was incredibly hungover, as mentioned in my post (thanks for the nod). I am most regretful and ashamed.
But my flat white helped me through the rest of the day...


Thanks for the nod also! And I did make it to Secrets and Lies session. It was excellent.

Melbourne certainly knows how to do coffee.


Great to hear your thoughts on the Festival. Fairlie (previous commenter) and I make a weekend of it each year. While this year's was not, in my view, as great as previous years there were still definitely some highlights. Your moderation of the Secrets and Lies panel was the best I saw that weekend.

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