And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
About 30 years ago, I was at a restaurant in one of the London airports. I ordered a cup of coffee, and this is what they brought.
There was a guy at the next table who had a "regular" shaped cup of coffee, so I said to the waitress, who was a stunning immigrant from somewhere in Central Europe, to bring me what that guy over there is having. The waitress returned with a little drab of espresso in the bottom of a standard coffee cup. Closer, but still not what I wanted.
I then asked her to fill the cup with "filter coffee", which is Brit for standard coffee. This girl was so new to England that she didn't understand what I meant, so she returned with a standard cup with about 5 shots of espresso in it.
Not wanting to press the matter with such a nice (and gorgeous) girl who was doing the best she could, I thanked her and said this was perfect. I managed to drink most of what turned out to be about a £20 cup of coffee.
After 40+ years as an international marketing/sales/field service guy you learn to order "americano" or if not recognized, request a glass of hot water or small pot of boiling water with the espresso. Then you can dilute to taste. I tend to like the deep brown stuff but it is always a gamble as to the level of acidity/bitterness. Where I originated the cheap espresso you grab on the fly was denominated "sandpaper coffee" as this is the sensation going down the gullet.
My first experience with Syrian coffee was in Florida during the early 80s. My friend from Burma had a friend from Syria, and the Syrian made coffee. I told him I liked strong coffee, but WOW doesn't even begin to describe the caffeine rush of this stuff. I was up half the night, re-arranged the furniture, scrubbed the bathtub, scrubbed the kitchen counters, scrubbed everything in sight.
I saw some of that this morning… flushed it away…
ReplyDeleteCovfefe, the breakfast of champions. - Nemo
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that's paint.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking it was paint that needed more stirring.
DeleteIt's paint the inside of your guy with caffeine.
DeleteAbout 30 years ago, I was at a restaurant in one of the London airports. I ordered a cup of coffee, and this is what they brought.
ReplyDeleteThere was a guy at the next table who had a "regular" shaped cup of coffee, so I said to the waitress, who was a stunning immigrant from somewhere in Central Europe, to bring me what that guy over there is having. The waitress returned with a little drab of espresso in the bottom of a standard coffee cup. Closer, but still not what I wanted.
I then asked her to fill the cup with "filter coffee", which is Brit for standard coffee. This girl was so new to England that she didn't understand what I meant, so she returned with a standard cup with about 5 shots of espresso in it.
Not wanting to press the matter with such a nice (and gorgeous) girl who was doing the best she could, I thanked her and said this was perfect. I managed to drink most of what turned out to be about a £20 cup of coffee.
After 40+ years as an international marketing/sales/field service guy you learn to order "americano" or if not recognized, request a glass of hot water or small pot of boiling water with the espresso. Then you can dilute to taste. I tend to like the deep brown stuff but it is always a gamble as to the level of acidity/bitterness. Where I originated the cheap espresso you grab on the fly was denominated "sandpaper coffee" as this is the sensation going down the gullet.
ReplyDeleteTurkish coffee?
ReplyDeleteMy morning starter. Two mugs, yes mugs. But, don't call it that in front of a Greek, they'll devour you. Even though it is really Turkish.
DeleteMy first experience with Syrian coffee was in Florida during the early 80s. My friend from Burma had a friend from Syria, and the Syrian made coffee. I told him I liked strong coffee, but WOW doesn't even begin to describe the caffeine rush of this stuff. I was up half the night, re-arranged the furniture, scrubbed the bathtub, scrubbed the kitchen counters, scrubbed everything in sight.
ReplyDeleteDo you make housecalls?
DeleteI take a shot of espresso, shot of 1/2&1/2, and the top it off with my wife's breakfast blend. It looks a lot like that.
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