ArabBeaker
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- Sep 19, 2008
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I tend to drink most of my coffee at home and make it from home roasted beans, although I do love visiting the occasional cafe and really look forward to sampling their coffee and enjoying their individualised version of cafe culture.
Mostly though I come away dissappointed, due mostly to weak, watered down (milky) coffee. Recently we visited Auckland and popped in to just a few of the hundreds of cafes on offer in the CBD, many of which are very quaint and extremely inviting.
Some time back I decided to get around the weak coffee problem by requesting a smaller cup for my cappuccino, flat white or what ever, a remedy which you would expect to be the most obvious way in which to overcome this issue. This worked to a certain extent, except when the barrista forgets to use the small cup I request
and this has happened several times ! even when I pointed to and showed them the actual cup I wished them to use! It seems requesting a certain size cup is just too far outside the realms of possibility and remembering to do it for me, too much to ask for the busy barrista.
At last I have gotten around this very serious problem I have, by approaching it from a new perspective entirely: now I just ask for a short black with a tiny jug of steamed milk on the side. Simple.... oh so simple....I wish I had thought of this years ago.
Now I can go visit any darn cafe that looks inviting and where they have gone to great lengths to entice me inside to show what they can produce. I no longer do this with that great burden of fear I once had that their coffee will cause me to leave, head in hands, dissappointed with yet another sad, insipid version of the worlds' great drink.
Mostly though I come away dissappointed, due mostly to weak, watered down (milky) coffee. Recently we visited Auckland and popped in to just a few of the hundreds of cafes on offer in the CBD, many of which are very quaint and extremely inviting.
Some time back I decided to get around the weak coffee problem by requesting a smaller cup for my cappuccino, flat white or what ever, a remedy which you would expect to be the most obvious way in which to overcome this issue. This worked to a certain extent, except when the barrista forgets to use the small cup I request

At last I have gotten around this very serious problem I have, by approaching it from a new perspective entirely: now I just ask for a short black with a tiny jug of steamed milk on the side. Simple.... oh so simple....I wish I had thought of this years ago.
Now I can go visit any darn cafe that looks inviting and where they have gone to great lengths to entice me inside to show what they can produce. I no longer do this with that great burden of fear I once had that their coffee will cause me to leave, head in hands, dissappointed with yet another sad, insipid version of the worlds' great drink.