Having attempted to taste-test a kilo of coffee — Commencement Bay to Batdorf and Bronson to Valhalla to Forza to Stumptown to whole bunch more beans that all seem to blend together after five or 10 cups — my palate and my kidneys are stumped.
Coffee’s a personal preference. The chasm between my definition of “room for cream” and Starbucks’ definition of “room for cream” is about as wide as a set of hips with a three-Frappuccino-a-day habit.
What the heck do they mean in your mouth?
And what is “coffee” anymore? The brew in the urn? Double-shot Americanos? Something with whipped cream on top?
Who roasts your favorite beans? Who brews your favorite cups?
Need room for cream?