Fog in a Gallery

 This Fog was a delightful surprise, an unplanned, stumble into a new coffee shop for a why not type of Fog. The cafe was on the North Shore, where I was joined by my Girlfriend while celebrating our two years of romantic entanglement. The cafe was called something like Polygon, even though its floor plan was a rectangle. Aside from the business' misnomer, it was cool and edgy - like a millennial with a thing for natural wood panelling combined with the aesthetic of records and white walls. The music was a tad loud though, I say realizing I sound four times my age. Doesn't change the fact I had to raise my voice to get in my usual pick-up lines as we waited in line to order. 

The Fog arrived shortly in a short, stout, elegant cup. It was firm and warm to the touch, sitting nicely in my hand as we found a place to sit. The foam of the Fog rose gently as I took my first sip - the perfect subtle consistency I had grown to love with Fogs. The drink was warm but not hot, sweet but not overpowering, and stayed consistently satisfying until the very end. It was quite good. 

8/10 Fog. 

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