It's nice to forget about the real world...to loose yourself in the blue bottle...had a nice chat with ben...of syphons and 17ft ceilings...it was extremely memorable. Thanks to ben for that berrylicious ethiopian siphon and to emilly for that chocolicious cap.
The Buena Vista Cafe...
I just had to do the t
ourist thing. Although I must say the irish coffee did put a spring in my step for the rest of the sun drenched day...is it true they make 2000 cups a day?But the ritual of dosing, tamping, levelling, pulling, sniffing, drinking (repeat indefinitely) just doesn't get boring, does it? Everytime you get the shakes...how many ti
mes have you said " never again...?".then you smell the probat's waft and suddenly something switches off. God my memory span must be that of a goldfish.
Was it four barrel or four boars? Whatever it was the vibe was grounded good. Of special mention was the sumatran, totally unexpected,...what a treat!
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