Siboni’s Coffee

If you are into your coffee then this is the place to go. Everything you need is there from machines to freshly roasted beans. Although it is not a Café they will make you a coffee to try. They have a great range of roasts some of which have won models, my favourite is a mix of Romeo and Mocca-​java, smooth without a hint bitterness.

I’ve had a little, very basic Saeco coffee machine for a very long time, longer than I’ve had D2 so that’s 17 years. I make my coffee just how I like it. I also get stuck making it for the rest of the family (especially D2) because they claim they cant make it like I do. Yeah right.
Every weekend or so I head over to Siboni’s to get a bag of their «Cordon Bleu» blend. I say «their» because the first thing you see when you walk in is a whopping great roaster with pipes going everywhere and a tray full of the most amazingly aromatic beans being spun round and cooled by a contraption that looks like it could make bodies disappear.
Its now on its second owner but the Cordon Bleu is always the same and always great. I’ve tried beans from Joe Black (5 Senses) Corduroy (Little Marionette) Toby’s, peaberrys, Jamaican Blue, Sumatran, Ethiopian, Indian Monsoon, single origin, beans that have been through an Indonesian cat and they are all really great. Its just that I think I’ve grown accustomed to Siboni’s — «Sibs» as its known round these parts, and we have a history.
The hours are from the 60’s — closed on Sundays and at other odd times. The bloke can be a bit taciturn but the lady is so friendly and helpful. Many a time they’ve stayed open for 5 extra minutes for me when I forget to grab a bag and only remember just as they are about to shut up.
They also have a great range of coffee machines and they make a brilliant coffee if you’re up that way. They even have my little Saeco — tucked up the back behind all the glamorous show ponies, bet they won’t still be going strong having made a cup of coffee every day for 17 years.
…alright… I haven’t had beans that have popped out the ding of an Indonesian cat, but only because I haven’t found the shop yet.