Being a Seattle native, I probably take the coffee (and it’s inherently perceived greatness) for granted. I’ve been around a billion coffee shops basically my whole life. It’s a part of every day for me, and I really just like everything about coffee – the way it warms you (or cools you over ice on a hot day), the way it wakes you up, and the way it just makes you feel good, like an old friend.
Here is Seattle, there are really three camps of coffee: low brow fast food or quick serve coffee you get on the go, major chain mass market shops that focus on consistency and broad availability, and then the specialty shops. Each have their place in my life, and I’m not the kind of person (or food fiend) that snubs my nose up at any one genre of coffee. I am, however, the kind of person that will spit the steaming hot mouthful of crap water back into the cup, or on the ground, if it tastes like a dog took a bath in a tub full of wet cardboard. Just because it’s coffee, doesn’t mean I’m going to drink it.
(click through to read the rest of my amazing revelation about specialty coffee!)
