A Cynics Coffee Stop Excellent first impressions, every other linoleum wrapped table comes with a laptop and With the inital europhia i join my shuffling band of brothers awaiting service. The gleaming dome of devilish add ons is first up, is it 0.19p for the muffin and £3.00 for the word fabulous before it? My fleeting glance at the menu is now full blown ponder as my italian-english makeuptionary is at capacity, pressure mounts as the ticking time bomb of people in front is eroded by over enthusiastic smileatrons with a #life of bliss at minimum wage, Confidence is boosted when the man 3 doors down orders cappuccino at 2pm the notion of a breakfast drink lost in a long scarf and vertical jacket lapelles, the spotlight is now on, grande(ay) is the default winner based purely on pronunciation criteria, the order is screached and echoed through the 'technical' area just loud enough so pretentious couple number 3 can judge me. Finally the victor arrives in a cup with an eating disorder, thank f**k i didn't get the 'ventay', carrying my beverage using the egg and spoon walk the table is too close away and by the time my slow squat to the chair is complete i can't be bothered with the pigeon holed extras...