This week’s comic is about coffee and how I love it. I still don’t drink it every day, and here’s why: It still amps me up like a kilo of coke. And I love that. I use it as a tool. When I need it, it’s there, and it works. See, if I drink it all the time, I’ll get used to it, and then not only won’t it give me a boost when I need one, I’ll become dependent on it, and it will actually start to act as a negative.
But onto enjoyability. Man, good coffee, it’s the best. And there really is such a difference. It’s like beer or spirits. A quality microbrew is better than Coors Light, and a nice single malt will beat something that comes out of a plastic jug—and fresh brewed coffee from an amazing roaster will be tastier than something from a mega chain like Starbucks. This shouldn’t even be an argument. It’s just stating fact. And yes, you can have your opinions in terms of what you enjoy, but you can also enjoy something that is “worse,” especially if you grow accustomed to it or haven’t experienced something “better.”
At home, I use a french press even though I know the slow drip Chemex thing is the hot brew method now. It just takes too much effort. I’d rather set it and forget it. On the road, I’ll go drip or cappuccino. I tried the espresso thing since I know that’s supposed to be the ultimate way to taste good coffee but I just don’t enjoy it. Really, I’ve tried. Just too bitter for me. And I like to have something to drink, not just a teeny tiny cup.
So yeah, call me a snob. A snoot. Whatever. I likes me some fancy pants expensive coffee. So sue me.