Thursday, January 12, 2012
Coffee 2 go
I still drink instant coffee, and the cheaper the better. I like the Home Brand and Budget brews. Why pay ten bucks for a bag of Nescafe when the cheaper stuff for two ninety nine a bag, sometimes as low as one sixty nine, taste just the same?
When I go to Coffee Culture I wish I could get a decent cup of instant coffee. Not perked either. That stuff's just nasty.
Truth is I don't really even like coffee. That's why I have it with lots of milk and lots of sugar. To mask that bitter coffee taste. It's more about simply having a hot drink. (Tea? That's even nastier than perked coffee.) I went on a date one day, many years ago. The lady ordered coffee and I ordered a banana milk shake. She laughed. We didn't go out again.
When I do get coffee, I always get a latte. Because it's got lots of milk in it and if I load it up with sugar I can almost believe it's instant at home.
Secretly I think anybody that really likes coffee is a bit pretentious. Hugh and I decided to be a bit bold one day at South Library and we ordered short blacks. Neither of us had any clue what a short black was, but we thought we'd extend our horizons a little. (Actually, it was Hugh's idea. I would never be so frivolous!)
What a disgusting thing. People drink those? The first sip took my breath away. The second sip I took only because I know there are starving children in Africa and the coffee beans I was currently gagging over were probably picked by poor little Peruvian peasant children so I felt some sense of responsibility to them. But a third sip was completely out of the question. That would have been ridiculous. Nobody actually likes coffee like that do they? Surely not. I am afraid that there may be palettes out there that countenance such vile substances. At the time our street was being tar-sealed and what was in that pathetic little cup seriously resembled in more ways than one the stuff the council guys were spreading on our road. I think I ordered a milk-shake to dispel the foul residue in my mouth. Eeeew.
What the hell is a long black? The same but just more of it? No amount of social responsibility and guilt about poor Columbian children could get me to drink more of that stuff.
So when my favourite coffee place, The Savoy Brown, got munted in the February earthquake I thought Meh, I still got my instant coffee (The Savoy Brown was all about the place, not the coffee) and I'm sure there will be more coffee places to be pretentious in.
Who knew? The era of the coffee kiosk was upon us. When I wrote about Coffee Zone in Sydenham I had begun to see little new coffee places popping up all over the place. I should take photos of them, I told myself. But rarely do I listen to myself, so I only took photos of a few of them. Like Coffee Zone and another one I stumbled upon down town. Kea Coffee. It's a mobile set-up, unlike Coffee Zone, and can be seen on Manchester Street weekdays (I think).
Initially I liked that it had three chairs out the front (get it? three chairs?) But I also realised (man, I'm quick. Not!) that this was just one more of these little coffee places popping up all over town. And I figured this will be an aspect of cultural significance in the new look Christchurch. And as such, that, among other things (cones...remind me to write about the new Cone Culture in Christchurch) will be of interest to people other than just me.
Nek minnit - there's a Facebook page dedicated to the new Christchurch rising from the liquefaction, part of which is, of course, an interest in the coffee and food places popping up city-wide. And actually, I really appreciate pages like this. The Christchurch earthquakes will very likely be the most significant event/s in my lifetime (they certainly are thus far), and as such I felt from early on every aspect of it needed to be recorded. Hence a million #eqnz photos and pages dedicated to the quakes. A few books so far, and I know of a few novels being written with the earthquakes as the setting.
Our suburban go-to place for coffee has been Coffee Culture Beckenham for a few years now. Across the road from it buildings that used to be there are no longer. Gone. Demolished. Coffee Culture is in a newer complex and was relatively unscathed. But I miss The Savoy Brown in the city and it's atmosphere. Someone told me they left a belt in that cafe, and Feb 22 happened before they could retrieve it. It's possibly still buried in the depths of the High Street rubble. Might be fun one day to try and see if it's still there. And try a long black.
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