As a teenager I just couldn’t understand the lure of coffee. The smell was vaguely appealing, the taste was truly disgusting and at the time the only benefit I could see was its ability to keep you awake. This was enough to get me to try it.. and years later I can well and truly say I am a convert.
Words like crema, roast and bean get my taste buds tingling and my senses stirred.
That feeling of walking into a cafe, you look across at the Barista and clearly by the signs of his dreads and piercings knowing it’s gonna be great! You glance at the trendy decor which screams…we are the new breed of hipster.
The seats are few because the place is jammed with twenty-somethings spending their hard earned cash on a weekend breakfast out. There are gluten free offerings in the cabinet and ‘raw’ brownies…when did they need to be raw I ask myself? I glance at the price…$5 for a regular coffee….ah well it’s not just the coffee after all is it…we are paying for the experience.
The first few sips are glorious and the drive was all worth it. We are emerged in the coffee culture and thankfully for us it doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.
From a coffee lover xo