I am admittedly a coffee snob. It’s bad. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m just drinking tea because I can’t stomach a bad cup of coffee. Tea? Yes – not beer – only because of the carbs and calories. It’s too much for my small frame and I can’t do it anymore. Coffee though, let’s talk about that – that’s why you’re here. I like filtered coffee the best. Nay, let me refine that. I like pour over coffee the best. It started with my old crew – Brian, Tim, Heidrun and Benino (not Skeeter, he drank fruity teas) We snobbishly rejected the usual “office coffee” concept in favor of a higher standard. We bought the v60, the beans, the grinder, the Dong Bong (aka Aeropress) and – last but not least – the goose-necked kettle. With these tools we concocted the most fantastic cups of coffee that can be brewed in an 8th floor San Diego shared-floor office complex. Well, borne from those fair days I am a ruined man. I won’t drink swill, it has to have flavor. No burned coffee – batch brew better be good. No Starbucks or other chains. I can’t. I’ve transcended to a palette of refinement that cannot be fooled anymore.
In addition to the coffee itself – I like to hang out in the cafés. I like to bring my book, laptop or cards and just relax in the environment. It can be busy and loud or quiet and serene. Doesn’t bother me either way (except annoying kids!).
The following posts are recounts of my coffee experiences in these cities – both good and bad. I especially suggest you read which ones to avoid – don’t waste your time and money, there’s good [specialty] coffee everywhere!
- Come back to read about my favorite coffee in Salzburg
- Vienna had some good coffee – read about it next time