Reblog of the Case for Bad Coffee

A friend of mine shared the article below on LinkedIn. As my blog and facebook account attests, I have drunk many cups of coffee and tea in many different shops and many different locales around the world.

The Case For Bad Coffee

The author captures many of my opinions about instant, regular, and hand-crafted coffees. A cup of instant coffee with a little sugar and powdered creamer on a long bus ride across Turkey made for a nice pick-me-up. The article also captures the complex economics of whether coffee house local roasted fair trade single origin espresso is worth the difference in price from a cup-o-joe served in a paper cup from a coffee urn at a charity benefit? In Korea, I frequently received an electronic pager when ordering coffee to alert me when to pick up my order. The coffee was good, but I still ponder was it worth the wait.

I like my coffee hot and black. In reality, it does not have to be that hot or that strong. Here are a few photos as evidence.

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A cup of coffee, a cup of tea, and blazing Internet connections.
A cup of coffee, a cup of tea, and blazing Internet connections.
Coffee was a big part of this trip.
Coffee was a big part of this trip.

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In my neighborhood, Gaegeum (개금), Busan

Everywhere we stay for a week or a month provides the same contrasts of the ordinary with the unique. Our month here in a small apartment allows for many discoveries. Some photograph well, some don’t. Some photos are not taken as it would not be polite. I think the ones here provide a nice variety. You can only imagine how many other scenes play out in our daily wanderings in the strip of land between mountains and high rises.


Overlooking Gaegeum
Overlooking Gaegeum
Looking back up the mountain from the overlook.
Looking back up the mountain from the overlook.
OK, everybody turn all together.
OK, everybody turn all together.

Away from the mountain and seaside parks, Busan has few neighborhood parks. We were spoiled in Seoul during May with several within a fifteen minute walk.


Here is the entire park.
Here is the entire park.
The only sports park.
The only sports park.

The computer shops are closed but this equipment looks like a sculpture garden.
The computer shops are closed but this equipment looks like a sculpture garden.
Your corner surreal galery with Teletubbies, Coke bottles, and Old Masters.
Your corner surreal galery with Teletubbies, Coke bottles, and Old Masters.

A cup of coffee, a green tea latte, and blazing Internet connections.
A cup of coffee, a green tea latte, and blazing Internet connections.
Our covered market in the distance on a rainy day.
Our covered market in the distance on a rainy day.
20 oz coffee shop at the other market entrance.
20 oz coffee shop at the other market entrance.

Seattle Summer

We are in Seattle for a few weeks. I’m sitting here at the Bauhaus Coffee and Books. I was going to say “back in Seattle,” as if this were home base. In a sense it is as we have been here before, and it is comfortable here. On the other hand, our return ticket says Seoul, Korea.

With so many activities available and things to see, this could be a travelogue. I feel more comfortable comparing this to a dull, short documentary film before the main feature. These are jottings from our life here. You, the dear reader, can create your great epic when you visit Seattle.

Here are some of the things we have done both touristy and insider.

Got library cards at the Foster Library in Tukwila. Learned that “Tukwila” derives from the Indian word for hazelnut. I feel I should eat Nutella everyday.

Stopped by the Iconic Seattle Library.


Walked the Des Moines marina during the opening of their Farmers Market for the season. Joined in the Georgetown Festival in South Seattle with some Rock, Punk, and European cabaret music. The power tool races were exciting. These are small racers using power tools, like drills or saws to provide speed. A couple of the vehicles were a cat carrier and a baby buggy filled with Barbie dolls.

  


Wandered around Pike Place Market, International District, and Sculpture Garden.

    
    
  


and had coffee in the Capitol Hill district. Rented a car for the weekend and stopped by the 3.14 (pi/pie) bakery.

c_in_b (version 2)

I’m c_in_b (chained in the basement) no more.  My display name now refers to the preferred morning drink in Triestino, c(apo) in b.  I have referred to this in other posts not realizing the perfect solution to my display name dilemma sat right in front of me on the table.

Capo in B (pronounced “bee”) is an abbreviation for a small cappuccino served in a faceted glass called a “bicchiere.”

My gravatar is updated from this picture taken at the Caffè San Marco.
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I posted another beautiful example previously:

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Capo in B at Bar alla Transalpino, Trieste

For reference, this was my gravatar previously, sitting in the basement in Edina, MN, drinking South American mate with a bombilla:

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