Not much really. I upped my mocha with a spark of hazelnut, and it still tasted as basic as flat white with chocolate sprinkle. It should taste like Nutella-ish, right?
Then again, what could I expect from a coffee at a service station? The banana bread was lovely, though. Plus I learned a new word, ennui, meaning utter weariness resulting from boredom. I guess it definitely described how waiting for someone in a cold rainy night at a service station would be like.
Third mocha for the day at the Wild Bean Café, BP gas station, Osborne Park.