I’ve written about my love for espresso before. A lot of this blog is written while my body is hyped up on caffeine. Espresso is a major reason why I went through the effort to create this blog. A few months ago I was back home visiting my parents with my girlfriend. We’re at some coffee shop that was recommended to us by a friend that lives in the area. I’m tired. Between a multi-day drive and bringing my girlfriend home to my parents for the first time, I’m exhausted.
So, we get to this coffee shop. Every spot in the small parking lot outside the cafe is taken. Cars packed up against each other with barely enough room to crack open one of the passenger doors. This seems to be a regular occurrence because off to the side in the field of tall grass is a gravely overflow lot with a few spaces left. Connected to the coffee shop building are separate businesses for a cd/record store and vintage clothing boutique. The trifecta.
I order my double-shot and a croissant and sit at small table with my girlfriend. We’re flipping through the books we bought earlier that day talking about novels and my parents. The coffee arrives. It’s bad. The crema is a blackish-brown. It looks like they’ve not cleaned their espresso machine in years. The taste is worse. It tastes like working under the hood of a car smells.
My girlfriend laughs, and says I should write about all the espresso I drink. So, here I am writing about it. This July I am going to be doing a lot of traveling around the country, so I think it’s a great time to document all the different espresso I drink. My goal is to do a post for every unique coffee shop I go to and order a double shot. Hopefully, none of them remind me of licking a terminal on a car battery!