Monday, May 26, 2008

Mmmm...good!

A good cup of coffee can bring such pleasure. Now, I'm not a hard core fanatic...I don't think at least...since I haven't yet roasted my own beans; but, I know a good cup from a watery hack when I see/taste it.

Luckily for us, the Italians came up with pressurized espresso. So magical. The little crema at the top. Add a little raw sugar and it's just like the darkest chocolate. I can't get enough. Of course when my hands are twitching and I get the 'jimmy legs' in bed, there are issues. But, it can be pure bliss.

Of course the opposite is true. When you order espresso from a large chain with a mermaid as it's symbol, things go bad...fast. First, there is never any crema...what the heck?? Is something wrong with the machine? Do they not know how to roast the beans? And usually it is barely warm. And if you order it 'for here' to get a little foofy cup, they don't pre-heat it...!? What planet are they on, Uranus?

So, to be clear, I like coffee strong and dark. No sugar [except for the aforementioned, espresso]. I don't want to ever see my cup in any form when I look into it. I don't want to see the sides, and if I see the bottom, I will assume you've given me tea.