That’s what I get for going to Torrefazione
I gave up drinking coffee about ten months ago, but I still remember how much I enjoyed it. No, needed it. Every once in a while, I’ll let myself get a decaf drip and load it up with half and half and Splenda and pretend I’m still a functioning member of this city. After all, the people who see me walking with a lovely to-go cup don’t know it’s wuss juice I’m carrying, right?
So, knowing how much everyone here needs their coffee, and all the myriad ways there are to prepare it, you’d think I’d be used to how obnoxious it sounds when people order something like a “triple 2% half-caff latte.” When the woman standing next to me at the coffee shop this morning (I was there for a bagel, I swear) ordered that, I had to actually stop myself from turning to her and saying, “Don’t you feel kind of pompous ordering a drink like that?”
The only thing I find more intriguing than the customers who order those drinks are the baristas who act like there’s nothing strange or pretentious about it at all.
I’m not even caffeinated, and I’m still this high strung.
July 19th, 2005 at 6:51 pm
What about the single, grande, with creme de menthe syrup…of course you’ll need to be going thru the drive-thru window, with a beat-up Firebird or F-150, big hair and a lit Marlboro. Ass! Big one at that!
July 19th, 2005 at 11:42 pm
What really pisses me off is the way Starbucks (evil overlord to Torrefazione) have changed the Seattle coffee lexicon so much. It used to be that lattes came in short and tall sizes and the only other thing you had to remember was the number of shots you wanted. Being only a little less high-strung than you my dear, I still depend on my morning coffee, but wish I didnt have to listen to the Redmond Power Mom in front of me order caffeinated cotton candy. However, I have to fess up to the odd Venti, non-fat Caramel Machiatto from time to time. So, I guess the old adage about Glass Houses applies.