I had made my first attempt at visiting Kava Street Coffee on Mothering Sunday – a big mistake as the Promenade was heaving and despite a considerable selection of food trailers to choose from, the longest queue was at my destination. I aborted that mission, vowing to return on a weekday.

That did not happen, however, and the next opportunity came on a Saturday; I decided to bite the bullet and do a thing us Poles are not very good at – wait in the queue.