Coffee is too complicated for me nowadays
by Giles Turnbull
It’s a tense moment. There is a huge line of people behind me. I’m at the counter advising the barista of my order; a coffee for me, a latte for one friend and a vanilla latte for the other. Through Mad Men-esque thick, black rimmed glasses the barista tersely informs me that they don’t have flavors at the Intelligentsia Cafe.
Now I know. I’m not the only one who gets confused and bamboozled by all the options in your average coffee shop. When I want a coffee, I just want a coffee.