Saturday, January 3, 2009
A New Intolerance
Halfway through my tiny cup of espresso I rise from my seat, walk across the creaky floor, and dump it in the garbage can. "I am done with bitter things"!, I want to declare to the somber coffee sippers of Brown and RISD academia. "Not to mention bitter people" I mutter to myself. On to cappucinos, lattes and hot chocolates. If it's rich, light, and served in an excessively large cup, I want it. Anything that eats at my insides and leaves the taste of nerves in my mouth, I'll take a pass on thank you.