Coffee

Leipzig, where I live, is home to some of the oldest coffee shops in the world. Bach wrote a cantata about coffee, and how it polluted the mind of a young girl - she preferred a cup of joe to getting married. Although I’m not that much of an addict, I do enjoy a cup every now and then (with lactose free milk - yum!).

So why is it that it is practically impossible to get a good cup on Monday at 4 o’clock in the afternoon? It doesn’t matter if you pay 1 Euro or 3 Euros. It’s all bad. Why? Because they don’t actually brew it. They just press a button, and out it comes. Coffee, hot chocolate, cappuccino, macchiato, whatever, all from the same spigot. Unfortunate.

I miss Arabica, where the coffee was also bad, but very cheap or free. And there were non-dairy whipped topping fights!