i can’t say which day in particular this was, but i managed to steep a completely superior brew from a pod machine, than what is served in the cafe that occupies the ground floor of my work place. this was a sad day. it saddens me for many reasons, mostly because i knew this all along, but i was internalising. yep, i would push that feeling of disappointed tastebuds way down to the pit of my gut each sip. as most will attest, you can’t just bottle these things up, they will explode someday. i feel i have now reached and breached that point. i won’t even begin to whinge about the price of this bucket of fermented goat yoghurt, and instead i will just furnish this blog with the joys of my coffee journey, sharing a little of what i learn, and entertaining myself with much coffee .
so i know what i like, i like ONA coffee, they are the most amazing coffee in my home town, i know that they go to great lengths sourcing direct trade/single origin beans… they serve a pretty rockin bacon ‘n egg roll too… but at the core of it all i must now ask myself, why do i like this coffee?