Freshly Squeezed

It’s exactly what it says on the tin, as the saying goes. With this kind of place you really don’t want anything too excessive or complicated. It was about two months back and slightly dehydrated (and by slightly I mean my body was fighting to locate the last remaining remnants of H20 from hidden areas in my body) and I thought it was probably best to avoid a serious headache by sorting myself out with some vitamin C and non-​diuretic based liquid.
After a shot of espresso from the neighbouring stall I headed over for a gasp of fresh OJ (not the shamed armed robbing American footballer). There’s something of the fresh spirit, slightly hippie element to juice bars and this one had a similar vibe, which is no bad thing.
I got a plastic cup of fresh orange juice, I think it was around the two squid mark. It was ok, a little warm and overly tart and citric. It sorted me out but I wouldn’t rush back. My face was screwed as if sucking on a lemon soaking in battery acid, I could have been unlucky and got an über-​sour orange but still.
They also do a range of over squeezed juices but I was a little worse for wear so can’t quite recall.