When Coffee was Coffee
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
PeejayAdams wrote:
which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me
They're actually failed art school students.
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PeejayAdams wrote:
which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me
They're actually failed art school students.
Good point! I stand corrected.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
Just give me a freakin cup of damn coffee. It is what it is because of people like this[^]
Give me coffee to change the things I can and wine to accept the things I cannot! JaxCoder.com
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Just give me a freakin cup of damn coffee. It is what it is because of people like this[^]
Give me coffee to change the things I can and wine to accept the things I cannot! JaxCoder.com
Two days to learn to make coffee? I guess it's a new twist on "Learn Java in a Week"
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
ahhh yes, the good old days ... :rolleyes:
I'd rather be phishing!
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
Dennis Leary was of much the same opinion back in '97: Denis Leary on Coffee [Lock N Load] - YouTube[^] NOT SAFE FOR WORK in any way, shape or form. Lots of swearing ...
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Dennis Leary was of much the same opinion back in '97: Denis Leary on Coffee [Lock N Load] - YouTube[^] NOT SAFE FOR WORK in any way, shape or form. Lots of swearing ...
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PeejayAdams wrote:
which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me
They're actually failed art school students.
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F-ES Sitecore wrote:
They're actually failed art school students.
So like, that Austrian guy from around the start of the century?
Nah, he had the silly moustache but he didn't have a silly beard, stretchy ears and tattoos to go with it. And he wore socks.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
M.D.V. ;) If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about? Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you Rating helpful answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
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Just give me a freakin cup of damn coffee. It is what it is because of people like this[^]
Give me coffee to change the things I can and wine to accept the things I cannot! JaxCoder.com
Barista coffee, hyping the traditional coffee... :laugh: And coffee in sacks? :cool: Cabrales Coffee
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
I keep it simple. I have finally devolved down to the simplest scenario. Grind the coffee coarse (has to be a conical type grinder, that's one thing that can't be skimped on, though they aren't expensive), pour it into a mason jar, pour in the just below boiling water, put the lid on. Wait 2 minutes, stir. Put some half-n-half in the still warm cup to warm up. Wait six minutes, pour through a filter into the cup. It's super-simple and you can make it a cup at a time, and it's really good. If you break the jar it's a couple bucks probably to replace. I used to use a press but this works even better and it's far less twitchy and breakable.
Explorans limites defectum
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Nah, he had the silly moustache but he didn't have a silly beard, stretchy ears and tattoos to go with it. And he wore socks.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
And when you get through the list of ...cino's you need to decide on the size of the coffee you want I refuse to try and list the variants. I have not bought a coffee from a stall/cafe for decades and I used to be a 5 cup a day person.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity - RAH I'm old. I know stuff - JSOP
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F-ES Sitecore wrote:
They're actually failed art school students.
So like, that Austrian guy from around the start of the century?
I believe he was actually a failed architect, I don't think he got into art school. Don't quote me on it though.
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Dennis Leary was of much the same opinion back in '97: Denis Leary on Coffee [Lock N Load] - YouTube[^] NOT SAFE FOR WORK in any way, shape or form. Lots of swearing ...
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Like everything Denis Leary has said, it was funnier when Bill Hicks said it first.
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I believe he was actually a failed architect, I don't think he got into art school. Don't quote me on it though.
[Close](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf\_Hitler#Early\_adulthood\_in\_Vienna\_and\_Munich). He got rejected from art school multiple times, and it was suggested to him he instead go into architecture.
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When I was young, a cafe in England would sell you coffee in two forms: black and white. If it was posh and Italian they might also do a cappuccino, too, but you wouldn't go to places like that. Yes, it tasted like mud and it came in a pyrex cup but it was wet and warm and it was all so EASY! "Black coffee, please?" "Here you go, pal. Forty pence, please" Job done. A few years on, I was at a railway station and say a coffee stall. "Hi mate, black, please?" "What do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? (insert five hundred other made up Italian words here)" "Just a coffee, please. Black." "Yes, but do you want? Espresso? Moccaccino? Frapuccino? Crapuccino? Americano? Latino? Chocamoccacccino? ..." "Don't worry, mate, I've got a train to catch." Not sure that I've had a coffee since. Nowadays, this is the pattern everywhere from cafes to bars to coffee shops to food stalls, except that list of varieties has grown to the length of the Great Wall of China and can probably be seen from space. The pyrex is now polystyrene and the price tag now resembles a national debt. Oh yeah, and the waiters are now called barristas (which always sounds like a failed lawyer to me). Everywhere I go, I seem to be stuck in a queue behind some so-and-so whose order for caffeinated filth keeps me waiting for half-an-hour as I attempt to buy a beer or a sandwich. It's starting to get on my nerves. Is this fad for evermore elaborate coffees a global catastrophe or a particularly English disease? And when, oh, when will it end? P.S. A coffee shop near my office now advertises that their bacon is infused with coffee! THE BEAN-HEADS ARE EVEN MESSING WITH OUR BACON! THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. - Mark Twain
Hipster'ism at it's best. Turning something simple into a ridiculously complicated mess so the modern guy (or gal) can proud themselves of knowing tons of useless stuff to geek out about among their peers. The latter part surely appears to everything, i.e. programming languages (and those also tend to get complicated for the matter of getting complicated), but I agree, the evil hipsters do to coffee isn't funny anymore. BTW, seen the Postal movie? There's a great scene where a dude in a coffee shop can't decide what to drink with the waitress finally handing him over a coffee. Just a normal hot coffee.
