I’d imagine as a café business owner, if there’s one place you don’t want to end up, it’s sandwiched between Greggs and a Pret.
That’s exactly where 200 Degrees is, on Bond Street in Leeds.
Nestled between these two thorns, 200 Degrees definitely seems to take its location in its stride, by offering something far better (although I’d challenge them to a Festive Bake).
The coffee shop is one of six around the UK, serving its own roasted coffee. Funnily enough, it’s roasted at 200 degrees, a lower temperature than normal when it comes to the coffee making process.
200 Degrees label themselves as ‘coffee geeks’. As well as the café downstairs, there’s a Barista School upstairs, which hosts barista, coffee brewing and latte art courses.
I visited one Saturday morning with a couple of friends for lunch. On arrival, the array of stuffed croissants, cakes, hearty salads and brimming sandwiches makes you instantly crave carbs even if they weren’t on the brain beforehand.
The first weekend in January, I was being ‘that’ person trying to be good. So, ordered the red cabbage, chilli, spinach and potato frittata (£3.50), with a side of jerk veggie and cucumber salad and a flat white.
The frittata was absolutely worth the three small English pounds. A hefty portion that was satisfyingly filling, but full of goodness – not too ‘eggy’ with plenty of potato. My favourite thing on the plate however was the jerk salad. A simple salad of rocket, pear and cucumber, but coated in a delicious jerk seasoning with strong flavours of cinnamon, cloves and all spice.
I suppose I should also mention the coffee, which definitely lived up to expectations. A lovely smooth coffee, with no bitterness at all.
We were very well looked after and although it’s counter service, staff are still very accommodating and are happy to bring more food to the table once you’re seated.
I was very kindly given a bag of its own roasted and ground coffee to take away with me and whilst walking through town, the rich, earthy, smell was so pungent from the paper bag I could still smell it in the outside air!
The next morning, I was quite excited by the addition to my coffee station…
And so, if there was a moral to this post it would be… don’t go to Pret, go to 200 Degrees!