Let us state here that we're not a coffee snob.
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Such people exist. A strange lot, most of them.
They babble on about ‘needing a proper cup of coffee,’ and how they can’t operate unless they have a regular coffee fix. In a way they’re similar to smokers.
Smokers, before they suffer an agonising death, spend much of the day standing outside their place of work smoking. Not doing anything constructive. Just smoking.
Coffee snobs on the other hand spend much of their spare time drinking coffee. Not doing anything constructive. Just drinking coffee.
However, in retrospect this criticism could be a little harsh. For generally coffee drinking snobs enjoy their preferred brand at the myriad of eateries around town. So they’re spending money locally and keeping people in a job. To coffee drinkers we offer a sincere apology. But they're still a strange lot.
Now, this correspondent drinks on average one cup of coffee a day. Nothing up-market about it, just whatever this company generously provides. We have simple tastes.
However, some of our colleagues are what could be termed coffee snobs. They regularly go on what is known as a ‘coffee run’ to somewhere in town and return with exotic brews. At least they then drink their coffee while continuing to work. Unlike the aforementioned smokers, who stand outside.
Yet we may have to broaden our horizons.
We were wandering aimlessly up the Central Business District (CBD) the other day and observed the numerous cafes that frequent the area. It was known as ‘the main street’ back in the day. All enterprises were busy with punters of all ages sitting and chatting while sipping coffee.
This was in stark contrast to a couple of licensed premises we meandered past.
Back when Australia was Great, in the 1980s, pubs were routinely at least half full on any given time of the day or night. As were the patrons. We enjoyed the 1980s.
So moving forward we perhaps should give serious thought to joining the burgeoning ranks of the coffee snobbery, even if they are a strange lot.
This will require considerable study on our behalf, for really, all coffee tastes the same to this correspondent. All we ever drink is what is now known as a flat white, which in simpler times was a white coffee. Now we may have to find out what a short macchiato is or even a long one. Maybe we’ll try a latte with soy or even a double espresso. So many coffees, so little time.
Why, we may even go on a coffee run one day. Aside from the incompetent Morrison ‘government’ It certainly is a wonderful time to be alive. Perhaps someone should explain that to the smokers.