I like coffee so much that I have tea for breakfast: The first cup of the day in particular is so good that I’m afraid I won’t be able to properly appreciate it when I am half-asleep. Therefore, I celebrate it two hours later when I am fully conscious.
I must have been 5 when I first discovered the taste of coffee, when I was accidentally given a scoop of coffee ice cream. I was inconsolable: how could grown-ups ruin something as wonderful as ice cream with something as disgusting as coffee?
A few years later I was similarly devastated when my parents announced that for our big summer vacation we would go . . . hiking.
When I was 10 I still hated coffee, but fell in love with the ritual of making coffee. My parents were thankful enough about me fixing them coffee every morning that they overlooked my first clashes with brewing technology.
At 17 I still suffered from coffee schizophrenia: I loved the concept of coffee, but resented the taste. I decided to cure myself through auto-hazing. Around that time, my parents took me on my first trip to Paris. We arrived by train early in the morning and went straight to a little cafe. I ordered a large café au lait and forced down the entire bowl. It worked. Since then I have enjoyed coffee pretty much every day.
When I was 21 I worked as an intern at a magazine. The art director and I would brew a gigantic pot of coffee around 9 a.m. to help us get through the day. The pot would simmer in the coffeemaker, and through evaporation the coffee strengthened noticeably at lunchtime. In the evening hours, the remaining coffee had turned to a black concoction with a stinging smell and tar-like taste. We endured it without flinching.
When I came to New York in 1995, I was delighted to discover deli coffee. At the time, I was focused less on taste and more on quantity and price. Thus, I was in caffeinated paradise.
In January 1999 a friend seduced me into switching to latte. Within weeks a considerable portion of my budget ended up at the L Cafe in Williamsburg.
My inner accountant quickly convinced me to buy one of those little espresso machines (for the price of approximately 10 tall lattes). It had a steam nozzle to heat milk, which one should clean very thoroughly after each use. I didn’t have the patience to do so. Within a few uses, an unappetizing, dark brown, organic lump developed around the nozzle. A few days later it had become unremovable, and I reverted to getting my coffee outside.
Here’s a chart that shows my coffee bias over the years.
For good measure I have added my bagel preferences over the same period. (1) Drip coffee, (2) Starbucks, (3) blueberry bagels, (4) sesame bagels, (5) poppy-seed bagels, (6) everything bagels
Please don’t hold my brief affair with blueberry bagels against me. I cured myself of this aberration.
I order large coffees, but stop drinking when the coffee gets too cold. There’s always a couple of ounces left in the cup, so I can’t just toss it into my wastebasket. I dread the long haul to the bathroom to properly dispose of the coffee remains. Hence you will usually find a tower of paper cups on my desk.
Hot milk greatly improves the taste of coffee, but I find milk foam useless and annoying.
My mother (who makes the most delicious coffee in the world), is obsessed with a particularly potent mechanical foam maker. The result is a layer of impenetrable foam, a kind of lacto-stucco. I have to gnaw my way through it before being able to get to the actual coffee. Apart from that she really makes the best coffee in the world.
Once, after a grueling all-day design conference at a university, I was invited to dinner on campus. To go with the various delicious pastas, salads and quiches, coffee was served.
When you are craving a beer, coffee is the most disgusting drink in the universe.
In New York, I was always envious of people who could walk into a coffee place and the guy behind the counter would know them so well he would just start fixing their order, without any exchange of words. It took me more than 10 years to get to that stage, but at the very end of my tenure in New York I finally achieved it: I would enter my little spot on Eighth Avenue and, with nothing more than maybe a nod of acknowledgment, my buddy prepared my personal choice: drip coffee with steamed milk.
After a couple of blissful weeks though, things took an unfortunate turn. For some reason he started making the wrong coffee (half and half, two sugars). I knew that if I corrected him, our mystic bond would be forever tarnished. So I swallowed the coffee, instead of my pride.
性价比日常浅烘手冲花香型咖啡豆推荐购买：前街.埃塞耶加雪菲果丁丁 前街.巴拿马翡翠庄园绿标瑰夏咖啡豆 前街.巴拿马花蝴蝶咖啡豆
深烘咖啡豆醇厚平衡型推荐购买：前街.黄金曼特宁咖啡豆 前街.蓝山咖啡豆 前街.皇后庄园咖啡豆
意式浓缩拿铁咖啡豆推荐购买：前街.经典拼配 前街.草莓糖意式拼配
现在已可以在天猫「 前街旗舰店 」线上购买上述咖啡豆，前街咖啡有來自世界各地的数十种精选单品手冲咖啡豆和意式咖啡豆，前街咖啡是一个老牌精品咖啡烘焙品牌，前街咖啡豆5天内新鮮烘焙，咖啡豆品质稳定优秀，价格极具性价比，24小时内发货。前街咖啡是众多咖啡爱好者和平台推荐选择。
天猫 前街旗舰店链接：https://qianjieshipin.tmall.com
或可直接在淘宝搜索 「前街旗舰店」
前街咖啡门店地址：广州越秀区东华东路315号
本站推荐: 耶加雪菲 花魁咖啡 瑰夏咖啡 波旁咖啡 蓝山咖啡 天堂鸟咖啡豆 曼特宁咖啡豆 PWN黄金曼特宁 星巴克菜单 咖啡豆种类
转载请注明出处。
2015-06-11 17:05:38
相关文章
精彩导读
热门资讯
关注我们