Tag Archives: Opinions

The Worst Baby-chino

14 Oct

Never has our society been more opinionated than today! And it’s not just opinionated, it’s openly opinionated. Frankly this entire blog is one massive collection of my thoughts…. Sorry believers, it’s not scientific merit it’s just a Double D opinion.

The day of the local critic is over… where one man or woman can incite fear into the hearts of local businesses with one bad review…. Finished! Websites like Urban spoon, Yelp, Just Eat, Trip Advisor, and five more since this blog has been published, have made the general population all into local critics. What’s scary about the General Population….. Shhhh, keep your voice down as some people might figure this out…. is that it consists of: you…… and I. SHOCK, I know! Who saw that coming?

We are all entitled to our opinion and there are a multitude of ways of making the world hear it. We don’t even need to be active participants anymore, like the receiving of a survey after you took a flight. That’s right, no consuming of the product is necessary. You can walk past a store, be nauseated at the use of Cominc Sans in the logo, and write a 1 start review just for Graphic Crimes against modern day Aesthetics! Ridiculous, but entirely true. The real issue however is that combined with our opinion drenched universe is the reality that the deeper the words cut, the longer the scars will last.

When’s the last time you read a three out of five star review? Generally speaking we want the pros and cons right away, and skip right over the lukewarm advice and get to those favourable or un-favourable 1 or 5 star reviews. The result? The creation of a polarized nation of self-automated opinion spewers of lovers and haters! So you say Dominic, what’s the matter? One bad review in 100 will simply get lost in the clutter and the truth will prevail! You’re right, but some people will always listen to the minority.

My fellow barista brother, once told me that the most ludicrous complaint he had ever received was from a mother, saying that the Babychino her child was drinking was the worst he had ever had. This is ludicrous for so many reasons. Firstly being that babychinos are write-offs on any café menu. They cost peanuts to make and are sold for even less. A drop of cold milk, a dollop of foam, and a sprinkle of chocolate for your child’s delight. The idea being that the kid can feel like a grown-up if for only a moment. It’s a fun, simple drink, that even if the kid doesn’t like it, typically costs less than 50 cents so nothing lost.

A Dominic Durocher Original, please use at my discretion ;-)

A Dominic Durocher Original, please use at my discretion 😉

Okay so even if it was true, the fact of encouraging such an extreme opinion at such a young age for me far trumps any deficiencies that a poorly constructed babychino might have. Okay so it was paid for, does everyone now become all of a sudden a Gordon Ramsay of bipolar extremes? What does the kid say when he’s at a friends house and doesn’t like the food? “Uhmmm Bobby’s mom! This beef stew is tough and appalling, I’d flush it away but fear offending the toilet boil!” The danger is not only one incredibly rude child, but one sheltered and afraid of new experience. The more serious we believe our own opinions, the more we get caught up in our own bullshit and forget about fact, we start to shut ourselves out from the world. There’s something to be said by: that was okay, I think I need to try it again. We have to remember that these thoughts are not facts, or matters of science, but simply a statement of perception.

So let’s all collectively relax. Before opinions, we must ALWAYS remember an open mind and our table side manors, after all we live in a Civilization of which civility is ought to be the basis. When we teach our child to complain, especially when they are at a young age, we might just leave a bitter flavour that lasts longer then that horrid taste of that awful babychino.

Bless you,



Halloween with Big Ben

31 Oct

After nine hours of frothing milk and running tables, I was able to muster enough strength to bike home. The London air was crisp and cool, with a slight warmth as if a lingering summer heat had got lost in autumn. And as I heard the dead leaves crunch under the pressure of my worn twenty-two inch rubber tube, I couldn’t help but reminisce over some past great Halloweens!

A Dominic made Latté at Euphorium Bakery!

A Dominic made Latté at Euphorium Bakery!

The holiday had always been one of my favourites but trying to narrow down the main reason why had always been like trying to find a bag of mini skittles in a post November 11th Halloween stash! One reason was that I feel that most of mankind is kind of strange on the inside, but every day we try to pretend that we’re normal and just like everyone else, except on Halloween. It is one of those few times when we embrace those wacky tendencies and allow each other to wear them on our sleeves and our faces, literally. Frankly if it had been socially acceptable I think I would have worn a cape and and cave man joe wig to school  every single day until recently.

But my love for this pagan inspired festival ran deeper than that, and it wasn’t until my bike ride home today that it finally hit me. In this day and age that we know what our third cousin’s baby in Australia looks like via the digital world, yet we don’t even know the first name of a single one of our neighbours, Halloween is a dying a refuge. A way to tell kids to not be afraid and meet our fellow community members. Sure we’re dressed up like circus freaks but at least we’re proud of it.

More and more with e-mail and digital communication, we are becoming afraid of actual contact and conversations. When’s the last time you called a friend just to say “Hey what’s up?” And it’s even worse when it comes to strangers; when working in sales I was shocked at how many people were simply socially averse to just picking up the phone even when calling a supplier… someone who was paid to listen and respond to us. It was shocking!

So get on your capes and rubber noses, and let’s remember the basis and heart of our communities: people! Let’s talk to our neighbours and all look like fools while we do it! Even here in London kids are playing trick or treat, But let’s really trick people and keep on building even past October 31st, that would be the real treat!

Keep safe and cool!


PS. YES the picture featured is a Latté I made at work for come clients, I called it the Hallocino! 😀