Coffee Secrets

For all you faithful followers of the Jet Fuel blog I have a little confession to make, and it may come as a surprise, I've reduced my coffee intake. Actually for a while there I was totally off the bean. I've kept it to myself, ashamed to let my employer, the coffee shop, and the rest of the team know, but I can't hold it in anymore.

Really, I'm outing myself to say how much I love the bean. Having been off the bean for a while I couldn't resist anymore and decided that I would only drink coffee at work; why drink anything other than the best? And now? Well, drinking coffee is like a little visit to Nirvana. Ever do cocaine? You get that tingling feeling all over your face? Well, that's me on coffee now that I'm not totally addicted to the stuff, with an adrenal gland run into the ground.

At work watching the thick and creamy golden, delicious coffee flow from the espresso handle is one of my favourite events of the week. Combine that with a pastry and wow, there's not much better in life.

I tell you, find a coffee shop that makes a real espresso. An espresso with thick crema, and steamed milk that is frothed like a meringue, all small bubbles, stiff and sweet, not milk a la Star Fucks where it's all big bubbles and burned.

Find a coffee shop that can do that, a la Jet Fuel, and you've got yourself a little sip of Nirvana.