I did not know what coffee really was until I was 14 years old. My first taste of it was a great revelation, and I have never got over it.
Now I can hardly find the real thing anywhere outside my own kitchen.
Just as proper music has been driven out of our lives by guitars and drums, proper coffee has been displaced by a bitter ocean of headache-inducing espresso on one side, and a great lake of instant brown liquid on the other.
I drink these things because they are better than nothing.
Drown the espresso in a bucket of milk and
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