Where was I? Oh. Coffee shop. It was filled with hipsters: wallet chains and tats on the women, really old Apple Computer hats and facial hair on the men. Actually they weren't hipsters. They were college students who looked like college students everywhere. Alas, the music playing was horrible. The contents of my iPod are hipper than that. Unless one now listens to A-Ha and Michael Jackson ironically? Perhaps I am just not thinking the right way. Some day I will walk into a coffeeshop that's playing psychill and I will never leave it.
Modern coffee culture! This place will brew you coffee by hand-pouring into Hario drippers using long-spout kettles. This apparently brews a nice cup of coffee, but you have to know how to pour the water onto the grounds. Too labor-intensive for me. (I'm addicted to my Aeropress. Yes, that's a geeky-hipster way to brew coffee.) If you're not into the brew, a barista will do things with espresso for you. I ordered an espresso drink that I will not describe here because I'm holding onto those details for the story, but it was freaking awesome. Fueled by that I wrote a chunk of novel.
Came home with a pound of decaf beans and a pound of espresso. They join the small collection of beans from Bay Area roasters I've been drinking during this mini-phase. I'm still mostly on the decaf but I suspect I'll be tipping over the edge soon.
Melanine by Tycho from Dive (Rating: 0)