You know how sometimes you go out and accidentally drink too much gin, and you can’t remember the details of the evening, but you’re certain that you had a fantastic night?

No, that never happens to me either *cough*.

I experienced it with a coffee and muffin though. At a cafe in Bath. It was so perfect that I forgot to record any real and exact details. I remember that it was fruity, and peanut buttery (even though when asked I was told it was not made with peanut butter). It was dense and sticky, sweet, almost like a sticky date pudding in a muffin.

They made me a brilliant coffee. Coffee is their specialty. It’s like a dream, this hazy memory. I got muffin coffee drunk. I’m thankful it didn’t give me a hangover.