tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856551322725970251.post1330969809333955279..comments2023-06-18T19:59:19.938+01:00Comments on The History of Kardomah: London for Food Lovers (Part 1) by Cynthia ClampittAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11990289794549643780noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856551322725970251.post-81378255852506848532010-11-29T20:36:51.757+00:002010-11-29T20:36:51.757+00:00November 28, 2010 at 4:11 pm
Greetings, James. I’...November 28, 2010 at 4:11 pm <br />Greetings, James. I’m pleased to share my memories of Kardomah. My first trip to London was in 1965, when I was, as noted in the post, 14 years old, though already a lover of coffee for many years. The Kardomah that my family frequented was in Piccadilly, though I believe we found one other during our first stay. The coffee was richer and stronger than that to which I was accustomed, but the cream was also richer, and there were those amber sugar crystals! A return to Kardomah was one of the things to which I looked forward when we returned a couple of years later. Then, as a student living in England in 1972, as we toured the UK, I kept on the lookout for Kardomah coffee shops wherever we went. After all, I was majoring in English literature, so it seemed absolutely necessary to seek out Kardomah. I was disappointed when years later, as an adult, I returned to find the Kardomah shops I had known were closed or replaced. Pity.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11990289794549643780noreply@blogger.com