I’ve liked coffee since I was about 14. Being Australian and having grown up in Australia, coffee was introduced to us from Europe. As a result, I prefer the slightly bitter European style coffee to the rather dish-watery American style. Europeans seem to have had more patience and as a result, the ability to wait a little bit longer for that cup of coffee.
Sydney has changed a lot over the last few years in particular with Coffee Shops expanding their business into the lobbies of most tall buildings in the CBD. In this respect, Sydney is similar to much of Asia.
I remember Jeffro asking me at one stage if I wanted to go halves with him in the cost of a Cappuccino machine for home. I declined at the time, even though I had spent many years searching for the perfect Cappuccino ((currently that cup of Ambrosia is held by an Italian restaurant on the Akker Brygge in Oslo – close to the most perfect cappuccino I have had anywhere)) as to have a coffee machine at home would mean there was no reason to go out anymore.
My office here has a coffee machine. I don’t think it’ll be any threat to a good barista as you take a cup, press the button that says “cappuccino” and wait for the machine to grind and gurgle. The resulting brew tastes not quite like a cappuccino should.
What could be more pleasant than heading off to a coffee shop, sitting with pleasant company and sipping a wonderful brew that has recently been discovered to be healthy for us, packed as it is with anti-oxidants. Hmm, I sometimes wonder if I should eat more oxidants so that I don’t waste these anti-oxidants.
Fortunately, as the machine at the office produces coffee that the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation would be proud of, then the coffee shop is not under threat nor is my desire to go out for a good coffee. As the service technician for the coffee machine here noted when he was called out for the third time in a month and someone noted that he needed a lot of tools to fix a coffee machine,
I don’t know why you all bother with these expensive machines. Give me a $10 kettle and 43 beans. When I want a really nice coffee, I go to the coffee shop.
Hmm, in the words of Niles of Frasier fame, “Double Cappuccino, half-caf, not-fat milk, with just enough foam to be aesthetically pleasing but not so much that it leaves a moustache” ((From the episode A Midwinter Night’s Dream)) .