Posted April 30, 2014
I lived in Europe for some years as an adult - Italy, Germany, and England - so my coffee heritage is mixed; back in the Dark Days of my college years, here in the U.S. we perked our coffee, which was expected to be brown and powdery in the bag and brown and boiled into submission in the cup. A few weeks in France and then a couple of years in Italy put an end to that for me; some years later the rest of America caught up. I don't get the flavored-coffee thing, but as long as I can have coffee-tasting coffee, I don't really worry about what goes in other cups.
The most confusing coffee experience I ever had was a few years back when I visited my brother in Australia (he's back in Brooklyn now). Aussie coffee is a mix of styles, and everything has different names. I was trying to buy a sack of ground French press coffee for the kitchen (after I inhaled their stocks) and had a pretty hilarious runaround with the coffee-shop girl before we could figure out what I was talking about, complete with diagrams and sound effects and mimed "now I'm making the coffee" gestures - "Oh!" she cried, as I did an elaborate skit about pushing the press down. "Plunger! You want a Plunger grind!"
Eventually I settled on long black as my coffee style, but it always set uneasily. "Can I get milk in that?" I asked, uncertainly. "Sure," said the barista. "Long black with milk." "Really?" I asked. "Yes, sure, why?" She was puzzled. "But now it's not black any more, is it?"
The most confusing coffee experience I ever had was a few years back when I visited my brother in Australia (he's back in Brooklyn now). Aussie coffee is a mix of styles, and everything has different names. I was trying to buy a sack of ground French press coffee for the kitchen (after I inhaled their stocks) and had a pretty hilarious runaround with the coffee-shop girl before we could figure out what I was talking about, complete with diagrams and sound effects and mimed "now I'm making the coffee" gestures - "Oh!" she cried, as I did an elaborate skit about pushing the press down. "Plunger! You want a Plunger grind!"
Eventually I settled on long black as my coffee style, but it always set uneasily. "Can I get milk in that?" I asked, uncertainly. "Sure," said the barista. "Long black with milk." "Really?" I asked. "Yes, sure, why?" She was puzzled. "But now it's not black any more, is it?"
Post edited April 30, 2014 by LinustheBold