November Juliet that sweet black liquid, viscous and marvellous.
I had the good sense to be born in Australia, the capitol of kick arse coffee. I also had the good sense to live with in walking distance of Ltd selected as the worlds best purveyor of fine caffeine in the form of coffee in 2013.
The one saving grace of living in this shit bucket country at the moment is how damn good the coffee is.
I'm currently sitting in a bar down town that also hands over just barely passable coffee, an American *shudder* some kind of university exchange filth lumbered his over burdened posterior onto stool near by. It groaned with the effort. He then disgusted me completely by ordering a mocca and pouring for packets of sugar into and stirring it like he need to kill someone. Get out of my country you mother fucker! Take your starbucks bullshit and your sugary horrible shit and shove it up your back passage you vile, over burdened cunt!!! I HATE YOU WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS!
Their's really nothing wrong with the guy, he's perfectly pleasant, but how dare he put sugar in a coffee that you can barely call a coffee to begin with I just want to shake him, shake him and slap him in the face until he learns better.
... I've got problems. I'm the first to admit it. I've got problems.
But coffee is pretty good ay.