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[livejournal.com profile] k2rider78, I believe, asked me to write about the best cup of coffee I've ever had.

Here's the dealio:

When I was a pre-teen, I remember that my family went to the shore for a weekend-or-so getaway. And my father had left a cup of coffee on a counter.

Dear lord, it smelled amazing. AMAZING. It was ambrosia in a styrofoam cup.

So I took a sip.

ewewewewewewew.

It was black and bitter and how could anything that smelled so amazing taste so damn bad??

I have been on a quest ever since to find something that tastes anywhere close to as good as that cup of coffee smelled...and I still have the vague hope that I will someday be able to take my coffee with no cream or sugar. I've cut back on the additives a lot, but I'm not there yet.

I like my coffee chewy-strong, oh yes I do. And the hands-down best coffee I've had is Vietnamese coffee, which I discovered at a now-defunct (I think) restaurant south of South Street in Philly, somewhere around Catherine Street. I think.

And this is why I love Cafe du Monde coffee so much and will squirrel away as much of it as I can as often as I can.


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Date: 2010-08-01 07:43 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] chris-walsh.livejournal.com
My first exposure to coffee! It was the late 80s. I might even have been in high school yet. I had it at an outdoor company gathering hosted by my mom's employer. And I had it black. And I HATED IT.

I became a surprisingly militant anti-coffee person. Wouldn't drink it for almost all of the 1990s. In college I had tea and cola and caffeinated Slurpees. In Hermiston (1997-2000) I expanded that to include the chocolate-infused Cokes made by the pharmacy fountain across the street from my office (yes we had a pharmacy in a fountain). But not coffee. The closest I'd get to it was smelling the bags of coffee beans that my cousin Amy -- who now goes professionally as "Max" (I call her "Maximy," combining both names) -- would give as gifts, since she was a barista at the time. They did smell good.

It took call center work here in Portland to get me into drinking actual coffee. Even then I'd cut it, putting some hot chocolate mix into the coffee. (Are you surprised I like mochas? I liked it later when Questionable Content described a mocha as "an espresso with training wheels.") But I do let it touch my lips now. It's one of my steps into a larger world.

Date: 2010-08-01 07:50 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] elionwyr.livejournal.com
An expresso with training wheels? Yeah I can see that...

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