Vietnamese Coffee Will Ruin You
I visited Vietnam two weeks ago. And while visiting I decided to try some coffee at the hotel.
(I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to find another coffee)
At home, I drink a lot of coffee it’s basically a religion.
Two steps out of the hotel, bam a cafe with coffee.
So I stopped there because, who knows when I’d find another coffee place, and wanted to try the difference between the hotel coffee and a cafe.
Bam, my taste buds smashed, with a more delicious cup of coffee. Saigon iced this time.
Dark, rich, sweet, chocolaty all the notes where there.
Suddenly my fingers started tingling, palms sweaty, beads of sweat swelling on my forehead.
I asked for the bill and left…
For about 15 minutes I was at a near half run moving aimlessly through saigon. The world appeared as if I were looking through a fisheye lens.
I could hear my veines swelling of caffeine, almost like leaves blowing across concrete.
Thrump, thrump, thrump.
Damn, this shit is strong… I mumbled to myself.
I meanderd around looking at the sites getting a feel for the city.
Until I started to feel like myself again. But without that caffeine I was dragging.
So again I stopped. By this time I realized their a cafe every 5 meters. You can’t miss, kinda like a homless person in Portland Oregon.
I ordered an egg coffee, because why not? No sooner had the mug left my lips that my cheeks were aching with the joy of a creme bruleish flavour with… You guessed it, another coffee injection.
That all to familiar and now we’ll received caffeine pulsing injection my body was aching for.
So a few weeks of traveling and drinking Avery coffee Vietnam had to offer.
I get up and make myself some coffee… A pour over v60 with one of my favourite arabica beans…
I brewed it, put it to my lips… And nothing.
My heart sank, oh, right maybe I’m drinking hot water, I forgot to brew the coffee in my sleepy morning ritual.
I looked down… Damit, I was drinking coffee.
But it was tasteless, weak and worthless.
Now… I’m stuck drinking what can only be described as burnt water…
Waiting until my phin filter and condonesed milk with dark roast arrives by mail, before I can feel like myself again…
Your coffee has changed me, and I’m a better person for it.