
Oh, it does. And I'm not saying I'm necessarily proud of myself for that. Nor does it ever really happen that I'll choose the Nescafe ahead of the real gourmet shit (Pulp Fiction reference most appreciated).
But the fact is that I love coffee. Not only one narrow sliver of estate coffee produced on one of two farms, processed with only one kind of machine, and made to within a 0.0001% tolerance of total dissolved solids in water. Because that's if all you'll drink? No, you don't love coffee. You love some freak of nature that can only be recreated in a lab under the right conditions.
It's like saying you love sex. I mean, sure, we'd all love to be banging supermodels who are 10-out-of-10s, but who are we kidding? If a 6 comes around at the right time and in the right light, hey -- it's still sex, so that's pretty frigging awesome.

Fantastic post.
You made me wanna come visit you btw
