A Barista asked me today, How do you like your coffee, Sir?
My mind raced. I thought is he serious?
Could I get fussy?
Within seconds I ummed and arred, thinking-
Can you backflush the grouphead with water?
Could you pull the basket out and clean it?
Can you give the group handle a quick rinse?
Can you rinse the crusty milk off the jug and open a new bottle for me?
What beans are you using?
When were they roasted?
What is the extraction rate of your doppio?
Can you adjust the grind?
Can you grind fresh to order?
Can I smell the steam, does it stink?
Can you heat my cup?
Am I holding up the queue?
Yes, my fussy head said.
After a few seconds of thought, I fussed out with beliefs of impossibility and just ordered a double shot latte with less milk than normal and a little hotter than coffee science suggests.
Pretty good all up
Gotta get Fussy.
My mind raced. I thought is he serious?
Could I get fussy?
Within seconds I ummed and arred, thinking-
Can you backflush the grouphead with water?
Could you pull the basket out and clean it?
Can you give the group handle a quick rinse?
Can you rinse the crusty milk off the jug and open a new bottle for me?
What beans are you using?
When were they roasted?
What is the extraction rate of your doppio?
Can you adjust the grind?
Can you grind fresh to order?
Can I smell the steam, does it stink?
Can you heat my cup?
Am I holding up the queue?
Yes, my fussy head said.
After a few seconds of thought, I fussed out with beliefs of impossibility and just ordered a double shot latte with less milk than normal and a little hotter than coffee science suggests.
Pretty good all up
Gotta get Fussy.
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