tags: espresso-summer
After seeing yesterday’s disappointing coffee, my girlfriend spent the morning before I woke up researching acceptable espresso places in Philly. She landed on Persimmon Coffee in Fishtown. In contrast to yesterday’s scathing coffee review, the double shot I ordered at Persimmon Coffee came out mundane. It was a drinkable espresso. The flavor profile was on the acidic end, verging on being too sour.
The inside of the shop had three small tables and a rack of books on the wall. The sterile white decor added to the feeling that this was a place people should only spend a minute or two at before going on with their day coffee in hand. In line with the interior design of the shop, I only stayed long enough to drink the espresso and jot down a few notes. I had to rush back to the hotel to start a long morning and afternoon of transit and transfers to get to New York City.
