Kurwenal
macrumors 6502a
Joy; joy of joys. Some good news to report:
My friends, 'the boys' are back; this means that our coffee shop is open for business again. In fact, this morning, I had not one, but two double espressos while chatting with them ..
Congratulations.
Your Coffea karma has extended West. Scene: Basseterre, Saint Kitts, the tiny little pier to be exact. Pulled in to watch where Bertha goes.
Up early, decide to go for a walk. Eventually I walk past the place I call the "Mc'SB of Basseterre," which claims to offer the most types of flavored syrups in the Eastern Caribbean. I'll bet they make a smashing Caffe Mocha. Maybe they even have a Nespresso!
I believe Shrink's Law has no reach here. 😎😛
Walk a bit more.
Then I quite literally stumble on a new place, a dude and his coffee, well,..... cart I guess; little grill serving up the most wonderful, fresh, perfect cajun snapper chunks for breakfast, with the drink. Just, there. Last time I was here, there was no there there. Hey, can't be worse than the syrup place, right?
"Hey, my man. Good morning. What can I get you?" Big, enticing smile.
"Do you by chance make a ristretto?"
"Do you want a long pull or short pull?"
Eh?
/ears perk up
/dude starts adjusting his grinder
That simple act, my friends, means everything.
Holy ****. Anticipation.
Friends. Let me tell you.
On my dear sweet drink. In a paper cup. I had 3 x 2, sitting on the side of the road at this dude's one nugatory little table.
With apologies to Mr. Wordsworth:
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
Bonne journée to you all.