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Coffee Flavored Coffee.
Visual rating systems are good for describing a brew; harder for making comparisons between.
I recently visited the relatively new % Arabica here in Dumbo Brooklyn. While I was waiting for the coffee, I picked up the coffee selection handbook that was laying on the counter.
I’ll add a little context.
I drink a lot of coffee. Too much, in fact. But this has not made me a discerning drinker of coffee. This has just made me a coffee junkie. I wake up with coffee. I easily go to sleep with coffee. I drink coffee all day. I drink it hot, cold, room temperature, day old. I don’t leave unfinished cups. I drink coffee to feel normal. I need to stop drinking so much coffee.
Furthermore, I don’t want to go through a lot of hassle or ritual to get it. Ok, occasionally I’ll be in the mood. Like that time I was on vacation in Kyoto. But generally, I don’t have the patience to watch it get measured and weighed, or to wait for a pour over of the perfect temperature. And I can’t stand pretentious minutiae. I don’t want to listen to the nasal, practiced, indifferent tone of someone describing the gentle, delicate aspects of a roast.
Denis Leary and I would both cry at the sight of the following:
