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i’ve started getting straight expresso from the bakery next door. it’s so fucking good. has a tang and bite to it. i remember going into a cuban bakery and cafe on the first floor of an apartment building and being envious of those who lived above. a month or two later this venezuelaian bakery opened next door to me.
my mother introduced me to coffee, telling me when i was a little kid that i was allowed to drink coffee if i wanted but it meant i’d grow up to be a few inches shorter. drank a cappuccino and said worth it.
being raised on cappuccino, that’s been my drink whenever going to a cafe. french press in college because that was not time for fancy. when i got a little older i started ordering them with less steamed milk. then i studied in spain and discovered the joy of drinking top notch expresso straight. they give you a shot of expresso and a shot of water to chase at a bar without seats.
when i came home i started making the same using my mother’s expresso machine. once in a while adding a touch of half and half to make it last longer, but that’s not the way.
here in chicago, i discovered cortado. which is a cappuccino made the way i prefer, with only a touch of steamed milk. yesterday, in a rush, i ordered plain expresso instead. reminding me that if it’s good beans and well pulled, that’s the best way.
my mother introduced me to coffee, telling me when i was a little kid that i was allowed to drink coffee if i wanted but it meant i’d grow up to be a few inches shorter. drank a cappuccino and said worth it.
being raised on cappuccino, that’s been my drink whenever going to a cafe. french press in college because that was not time for fancy. when i got a little older i started ordering them with less steamed milk. then i studied in spain and discovered the joy of drinking top notch expresso straight. they give you a shot of expresso and a shot of water to chase at a bar without seats.
when i came home i started making the same using my mother’s expresso machine. once in a while adding a touch of half and half to make it last longer, but that’s not the way.
here in chicago, i discovered cortado. which is a cappuccino made the way i prefer, with only a touch of steamed milk. yesterday, in a rush, i ordered plain expresso instead. reminding me that if it’s good beans and well pulled, that’s the best way.