Beano’s Coffee

Seeing Beano’s Coffee in the middle of Caerphilly is like finding an Andrea Bocelli album amongst a rack of N-​Dubz records; it just looks a bit out of place.
I’m not sure what clientele they were hoping for, but in a town that’s famous for cheese, Tommy Cooper and generally being a bit of a rough place to live, this is one coffee house you won’t be finding the cast of Friends lounging around, exchanging witty pleasantries.
Out of curiosity, I dropped by the other day to sample the goods on offer (the coffee that is, not the waitresses), and as I was feeling the weight of the afternoon carbs crash, my weapon of choice was my usual in this situation; a black coffee.
That’s a black coffee: not an Americana, not a café noir, not a damn intergalactic cup of the night sky — a black-​freaking-​coffee. Pretentious names aside, I love a good, strong cup of black coffee and Beano’s well and truly delivered. By the time I’d finished my second cup, I could almost see through time and was well and truly recharged.
I take my hat off to you Beano’s; despite looking oddly out of place in Caerphilly, you have given my sceptical nature a well-​deserved kick in the teeth. A great shop to grab a cuppa or get a mid-​afternoon boost on you’re lunch break.