No, not the one where the beans are plucked from the poop of civet cats. I’ve had that! Yeah, it was good, but between the cost and the unpleasant mental images that can’t be avoided…… not the world’s best.
I’m not talking about this, either.
I have something else in mind. Continue reading the world’s best cup of coffee
The time I was shown just how little I know about coffee.
My friend Dillon, who has been one of my coffee gurus, tipped me off to this place. I was hooked after my first visit, and it’s still my favorite cafe in the DC area.
Because there’s more to life than coffee.
Inspired by this great bit from John Mulaney,
from time to time I’ll drop a song that deserves to be played 21x in a row. Here goes.
…… they’re just not for me.
Some places are more about the coffee. Some are more about the food. This one falls into the latter category, but they get the coffee right as well.
Gorgeous small bakery in a suburban town in northern Bergen County, NJ. Founded by a baker with a formal French background, and the display case proves this in spades. Not a good place to visit if you’re trying to avoid sweets or breads, because everything looks amazing.
I love this place. It’s a small counter in a big, repurposed industrial building (a former grocery warehouse) near the lakefront in Burlington, VT. Part of a huge open space also used as an art gallery.
I occasionally do things that are, for lack of a more elegant description, weird.
No different when it comes to coffee. Here’s an example.
Nothing in this blog is presented as gospel or truth. Taste by definition is subjective. I don’t pretend to be an expert, and I don’t pretend to have a definitive palate. In fact, it was made very clear to me recently that I am still very much a dilettante when it comes to a coffee palate, but that will be the subject of another post sometime soon.
Let me try to explain what I like, and hopefully why.
