Little known fact about sweet ol’ me: I don’t drink coffee. Sure, I might have a couple of tiny cups of sweet, aromatic, sludge-filled Greek coffee (aka Turkish coffee, aka Arab coffee) a year, but that’s pretty much it.
However, I’m painfully aware that I’m an awkward exception to the droves of coffee-fueled authors out there (I mean, coffee pretty much did Balzac in, right?). As such, I’m publishing the Espresso Field Guide in a desperate attempt to fit in…
shame, shame, shame…I love coffee, an addiction yes. Might be a regional thing but the coffee with a shot of espresso around here, is called a red eye…interesting.
Enjoy your sludge!
I hung my head in shame… 🙂
I’m more of a tea drinker, actually. I blame it on my Edinburgh days.