Christoph Niemann's lovely blog about coffee made me laugh this morning. An excerpt:
"In New York, I was always envious of people who could walk into a coffee place and the guy behind the counter would know them so well he would just start fixing their order, without any exchange of words."
I'm proud to say that I'm one of those people. I walk into the cafeteria of my office building, and the manager gets my coffee ready, at 6:02 a.m. I walk into the Peet's near my office, and they start making my order without my having to say a word. This morning, the cafeteria manager mentioned he was trying to get Peet's coffee in, to use instead of the swill he's currently stuck with. I'm all for this, but I wonder how diluted he'll have to make the Peet's to accommodate the taste of most of the building, who seem to prefer water with brown grit in it, instead of coffee.