Anyone who knows me well enough is abundantly aware that I like both coffee and tea. While I'm not one of those people who requires an IV of the stuff in order to transform from a crazy gila monster into a semi-civil human being, I do enjoy the taste and relate coffee in particular to the art-making process as I often like to go to cafes to sketch.
I don't get the frou-frou coffee with all the crazy syrups and overloaded sweeteners. I most frequently have a latte or cappuccino. Coffeehouse coffee is never strong enough for me though, so I have to order extra shots of espresso. At home, I make espresso and add a bit of milk to it - just enough to cut some of the edge off the rocket fuel I just cranked out of my faithful little coffeemaker.
Now, whenever I go to a Mediterranean restaurant and I order Turkish coffee, INVARIABLY the waiter or waitress freaks out. They feel the need to explain to me that Turkish coffee is not like regular coffee. While I'm aware that this is wholly due to to the fact that most likely 99% of their coffee-ordering customers are unwitting Americans who have no clue what they're in for and are expecting the watered-down drip stuff (I like to call this "coffee-flavored water"), I'm always amused.
"I know," I reply, "That's what I want."
If you like real coffee rather than "eau de cafe" and you haven't had Turkish coffee, give it a gulp.
Maybe next time I order it, I'll preempt the waiter/waitress.
"I want Turkish coffee, the stuff you can use in cases of fuel shortage to power airplanes."
I'll let you know how it goes, if I remember to do this next time.
I don't get the frou-frou coffee with all the crazy syrups and overloaded sweeteners. I most frequently have a latte or cappuccino. Coffeehouse coffee is never strong enough for me though, so I have to order extra shots of espresso. At home, I make espresso and add a bit of milk to it - just enough to cut some of the edge off the rocket fuel I just cranked out of my faithful little coffeemaker.
Now, whenever I go to a Mediterranean restaurant and I order Turkish coffee, INVARIABLY the waiter or waitress freaks out. They feel the need to explain to me that Turkish coffee is not like regular coffee. While I'm aware that this is wholly due to to the fact that most likely 99% of their coffee-ordering customers are unwitting Americans who have no clue what they're in for and are expecting the watered-down drip stuff (I like to call this "coffee-flavored water"), I'm always amused.
"I know," I reply, "That's what I want."
If you like real coffee rather than "eau de cafe" and you haven't had Turkish coffee, give it a gulp.
Maybe next time I order it, I'll preempt the waiter/waitress.
"I want Turkish coffee, the stuff you can use in cases of fuel shortage to power airplanes."
I'll let you know how it goes, if I remember to do this next time.
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