Sometimes I run out of patience with small children and the elderly, especially when they’re in large groups, and a large group of the latter can always be found clogging the small seating area at The Old, I mean Little, Duck. They clog it absent-mindedly, they clog it as they “take their time”, they clog it with walkers and scooters, and they clog it as they rummage through their purses to pay $3.50 in coins for their cappuccinos. I had to wait in a queue behind a little granny who reminded me of a 6-yr-old at a school canteen: “What can I get for this much?”
So perceiving the clientele already lowered my expectations. Nevertheless, the coffee was terrible – perhaps the barista just never really needed to impress anyone, or else their “signature blend” was just gross. Either way, I’d sooner go up to Soul Origin in the food court than have this coffee again. The BB however, was not bad. It’s from a recognisable supplier that I happen to really like, even though it’s fairly unremarkable – it reminded me of the BB I had recently at Workshop, which I concluded I liked, but not because of anything especially good about it. Luckily for The Little Duck, it’s this unremarkable BB that saves it from being considered the worst cafe in Broadway.
Coffee: -1
BB: 0