
Wild Bean Cafe (BP Express, Forest Drive, Pinelands)
After a Saturday-morning outing to the Old Biscuit Mill and the Art Decko 2 exhibition that had been running at the "what if the world?" exhibition space in Woodstock, Cape Town, Doane and I decided to detour slightly while on our way back through the Southern Suburbs and stop at the Wild Bean Cafe at the BP Service Station in Forest Drive, Pinelands, another Cape Town suburb.
The Wild Bean Cafe is housed inside the BP Express shop, which is situated on the forecourt of the BP Service Station. There are a few parking bays outside, or you can drive a few metres down St. Stephens Road and park in the small parking lot next to the cricket field and opposite the Town Hall.
The BP Express is your typical petrol-station convenience store, selling magazines, junk food, and basic necessities. The Wild Bean Cafe sells a selection of hot drinks, prepared meals, and snacks, such as sandwiches, subs, hot dogs, pies, burgers, muffins, croissants, and chip 'n dips.
You place and pay for your order with the shop assistant behind the Wild Bean Cafe counter, and the assistant then makes the coffee. It is served in a cardboard cup, along with a plastic lid. Everything else is pretty much self service - there is a basket on the side of the counter that has a selection of sugar packets, as well as long, plastic drink stirrers (and not, unfortunately, spoons). You can either sit down and drink your coffee in the small seating area or go off on your business.
The seating area comprises two tables, both of which were dirty (yay!), and, when we got there, two stools, although a third appeared from somewhere later for another customer who wanted to sit at the other table.
As you can see, my cappuccino, on the left, was presented to me with a giant, unattractive hole in the foam, whereas Doane's, on the right, is much more appealing (lucky him). Presentation counts....
I realised, while trying to consume my cappuccino, that I've become rather dependent on having a spoon, as I tend to use it to eat most of the foam first (usually while waiting for the coffee to cool slightly) and then thoroughly mix the rest into the coffee. This is completely impossible to do with a stirrer, and I'm sure Doane found my subconscious struggles, while being preoccupied with mulling over various rating aspects of the coffee, quite entertaining. I, however, just became increasingly frustrated.
The coffee was quite hot, which Doane, who comes here all the time, warned me about, but I absentmindedly took a sip too soon and then burnt my tongue, much to his amusement.
As we left the shop one of the assistants called out to us to ask if we had enjoyed the cappuccino, and I replied that we had. I guess they had been enjoying the testing spectacle (I can't imagine how odd it must look, what with me with the camera and the pencil and the notebook...), as two of them had been sitting behind the counter watching us intently, as has been the other customer.

The PR stuff: the following text appears on the back of the coardboard coffee cup, so I present it here, verbatim, for your amusement:
"WILD ABOUT COFFEE
We roast the finest Arabica beans from tropical coffee plantations in Africa and South America. The Wild Bean boasts a slow roast process for a richer, full bodied coffee.
It's a jungle out there, tame yourself with a Wild Bean Cafe coffee."
By the way, you may want to have a look at the Wild Bean Cafe web site for purposes that have nothing to do with coffee. For some reason the pages display random facts that are disturbing and - certainly in the case of the "Is your computer's secret password really secret?" bit - completely inaccurate (South African law dictates that it's illegal, unless you sign away your rights). The random facts are all archived on this page. What is the point of all of this, I wonder? To discourage you from visiting a Wild Bean Cafe? Who knows.
Price: R9.95 [
?] (a very good price considering the size of the cup) [9/10].