I am a total coffee snob. I have a cafe-grade espresso maker (and bean grinder) at home and took a barrista course to learn how to use it. I have driven up to 30 minutes off the highway to get decent coffee when on a road trip. And I haven’t had drip or filter coffee in about 10 years; when someone tries to serve it at a work meeting, I cry inside a little bit.
So… I like good coffee.
Yesterday, while travelling for work with a colleague, we were looking for a coffee shop on the way to a morning meeting. There was a Tim Hortons (the Canadian equivalent to Dunkin’ Donuts) and a Starbucks next to one another.
These were our only choices, so I led us into the Starbucks. I hate Starbucks. Their espresso is weak and the their lattes are so milky they are little better than a baby’s bottle. It takes a cold day in Hell (or a suburban strip mall in the middle of nowhere) to force me to lower myself to Starbucks. I like espresso strong and Italian.
But, what choice did I have? I was where I was and manned up and made the sacrifice. Starbucks
My colleague’s reaction: “oh, you like the fancy coffee”.
At that moment, the extent of my yuppiedom hit me square in the my rich-italian-loving-coffee pie hole. For this cretin (a really nice guy, coffee tastes aside), Starbucks was ‘the good stuff’ – the Crystal, the Grey Goose, The Johnny Walker Red Label, the Patron Gold.
I paused for a moment and thought… have I really become such a snob that I am feeling hard-done-by because I have to settle for Starbucks? A real ‘first world problem’ as they say.
That thought lasted about 5 seconds. Life’s too short for bad coffee. We hopped in the car, headed downtown, got a proper coffee. The work meeting can wait.