What's hot (and irksome) now: the 18-hour cup of coffee.
Why irksome? The cold brew iced coffee at Culture (38th and 6th) is awesome.
Irksome because unutterably precious; more irksome because what is wrong with regular coffee (nothing); even more irksome, "news" of unutterably precious "hot trend" in light of actual news e.g. all these people out of work, mess in Middle East, Tea Party Comix, sad state of this and that.
p.s. I can't wait to try the stuff, of course.
BUT. I bet it's DELICIOUS.
I just don't feel like waiting for it.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR IT. THEY BREW IT OVERNIGHT, AND YOU CAN GET A CUP IN A FEW SECONDS FOR JUST $2.50
Sleepy? Groggy? Dying for a nap?
I just fell in love with you a little bit.
I get my 18-hour coffee from a dude cooking out of a friend's basement in Windsor Terrace.
not the trunk of a rusted-out 1982 Chevy Impala?
This is what tooth hurty feels like. Asian aesthetic and all.
I really want to know how much a cup of this stuff costs.
just your dignity.
(actually I bet its really good and now I kiiiiiind of want to try it!)
A quick google search suggests it's around $4. Which is probably comparable to some of the ridiculous drinks served at Starbucks? I don't know, but I definitely want to try.
This is on par with the cold-press at Jack's, which is delicious and completely not fucking worth it at all.
I want to hunt down the person in DC who made this comment and give them a wedgie:
"This would have been timely with Blue Bottle/Mint Plaza's January 2008 opening. Nearly three years later, this is an also-ran piece"
WORST. EPISODE. EVER.
I've got no problem with it, just as long as after I'm allowed my 24-hour pee.
Cut to Gordon Ramsay in the bathroom with a blacklight
I thought this was going to be about how I buy one cup of coffee and drink it all fucking day while I cadge electricity and wifi. The more you know.
Synced to Balk's sleep schedule.
"Slow drip" just sounds like an old man's penis.
My Coffee Logbook
March 12, 2010, 7:13 a.m.
Crap. Misread brewing time. Coffee not ready for another three hours. Going back to bed.
March 12, 2010 10:21 a.m.
Well, fucked that up. Dropped carafe and now have 18-hour coffee everywhere. Cleaning up, then going to buy new carafe.
March 12, 3:47 p.m.
Great. 2-3 train was running local down from 42nd Street so back home way later than expected. Even if I set the Kyoto up now, coffee won't be ready 'til, what, 10 a.m.? I'll have been at work three hours by then! Grrrrr. Guess I can dash home tomorrow during cigarette break for a quick cup?
March 13, 10:19 a.m.
Rommmate: "Sorry, dude, but you were gone to work already, so, like, I just figured?"
Afternoon meeting today so no way to get back to apartment in time to setup coffee for tomorrow morning. Gotta get this brew timing thing down.
March 13, 12:42 p.m.
Gave intern at work — sharp kid — keys to apartment with specific instructions on how to set up Kyoto.
March 14, 9:13 a.m.
Me: "Seriously? It didn't occur to you to grind the beans first?"
Intern: "I just assumed because of the ultra-long brewing time you really wouldn't want to grind the beans. You know, it really is a complicated coffee maker.
March 14, 10:00 am. Read memo: "I don't think making twee coffee is going to make me be a better writer. I quit."
I only smoke slow-drip meth.
If the end result isn't grain alcohol, I'm not sure it's being used to its full potential.
Purity Of Essence.
I reserve my bile for the obnoxious brand of Yuppie asshattery emanating from the lone commenter Witness.
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