Essays
Coffee As Culture – Appeared in edificeWrecked – November, 2006
Grande pumpkin spice latte! Tall, non-fat, no-whip peppermint mocha! Tall, no-room Americano!” the voice of the barista drones on throughout the packed café. Does no one order regular coffee anymore, I wonder, as I look around at the faces that would have never adorned a café twenty years prior. I venture myself to be a pure bohemian, though, one who drank cappuccinos as far back as 1984, at the age of twelve, in Chicago. Even then, I knew I belonged in Europe