My morning coffee is sacred.
During my trip to Southeast Asia, I drank a lot of questionable caffeinated beverages. In Sri Lanka, the coffee was grainy and thick. I’d drink eight or nine cups and barely feel a buzz.
In Thailand, I drank cold nescafe out of an eight oz. can from 7/11. The whole ritual would be over in 45 seconds and I’d immediately feel unsatisfied and homesick.
In Vietnam, I took one sip of coffee and felt like my heart was going to explode.
This morning, I got a medium, three shot, soy caramel latte from Peet’s coffee.
Damn was it good.