it’s not like i discovered coffee or anything. i wasn’t the first to love coffee, and i’ll bet somebody else out there has a tattoo of a cup of coffee, too. but c’mon already. coffee “tastings“? i think i’ve reached my limit. i don’t think i’m interested in learning more about coffee. one day i’d like to own a roaster and roast beans. and it’s probably fine for other people to say things like, I thought the Kenya had hints of curry and cedar, or I tasted nuts and bark in the Guatemalan. You know what? If you taste nuts and bark in your coffee, tell the waiter to rinse out your cup and bring you a new one. Your cup is dirty, and that is why you have the taste of nuts and bark in your coffee. Because you probably do have nuts and bark in your coffee. I taste ants, acorns, and moss in the Peru. I know I’m not sophisticated like these guys and I am starting to think that sophisticated is overrated. There is something deeply irritating about this trend.
regular joe
on the subject of pretention, i had coffee with an old chum of mine. she is excellent. we had coffee in a regular old diner on ninth or tenth avenue. it actually tasted pretty good in the buffalo china cups and all. i realize diner coffee isn’t as good as coffee can be, but i really enjoyed this coffee. it prepared me for the horrors of learning about so-called coffee “tastings”.
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