Watered Down
Who is the genius who, when given a demitasse of delicious, pungent espresso with a sweet fluffy crema, passed over the steamed milk, passed over the cream, passed over the chocolate, passed over the lemon zest and decided to dump tap water into it?
And call it “American,” ok, Americano.
Great; a watery espresso…the only kind of person who would drink a watery espresso would be an American? I hate americanoes. Give me either the drip coffee or the straight espresso. If you must dilute the espresso, use ice; it’s the same thing, but cold, and so easier for me to wrap my brain around.
And to add injury to insult, most places, including Starbucks, screw up the ratio and make truly watery coffee. It’s pathetic. Although I will admit that a large coffee at Dutch Brothers is almost palatable; four shots of espresso in a 24 oz cup, filled with water. It almost takes like coffee. But still. Bleah.
Don’t insult me with an Americano. I’d rather drink coffee from seven-eleven.
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