When I was younger, I wondered why the shopping carts of large places were left abandoned in parking spaces or on the side of the road. I jokingly speculated that there were trolls that did it just to make others mad. Of course, I knew that people were the real culprits; I just didn’t want to believe it.
As I see more shopping carts left abandoned, I have to face the reality that some people are just inconsiderate.
My OCD compels me to collect those carts and put them back where they belong. I would even go across the street and walk the carts uphill. It’s good exercise and, once in a while, I’ll get an appreciative “thank you” from an employee of the shopping center. However, days later, those carts will wind up in a ditch or at the bus stop. Once in a while, there will be a cart that would be broken, and I can’t do anything about it.
Why do people just leave these carts in places where they don’t belong? The only thing I can think of is that they’re doing that just to be assholes. In a sense, then, these shopping cart neglects are caused by trolls.
Be considerate: please return shopping carts to their rightful places where they belong.
At this point, I was looking through Google Maps to find coffee places. Cafe Vendome was somewhat close to where I work, so I went there before my shift started. I decided to get an espresso, since I have yet to have one.
Even with one packet of sweetener and a bit of half and half, it was still extremely potent and bitter. It was something that can instantly make you alert. The image that came to me was a bit more detailed than normal: me, hanging in a bamboo cage while Tiki coffee bean people (think those coconuts from Moana, except coffee beans) continuously poke their spears at me. It was a type of strong I was not used to, and I was glad it came in a little cup.
As I am running out of places to visit with unique brewed coffee, and when I realize how much money I spend on coffee each week, I’m dropping my excursions from two to one a week.
I headed back to Atlanta to continue my Quest for Coffee. Dancing Goats’ name caught my attention, so I went there. I decided to try a new one: the cortado. The glass was small, and since it already had foamed milk, I only added one packet of artificial sweetener.
This was actually amazing. The milk didn’t overpower the espresso and, since there was less liquid, I could actually taste the sweetness of the sweetener. Bliss filled my heart. The image that came to me was a lost civilization/paradise, kind of like Atlantis, except with coffee instead of water. I wished there was more than just that small glass.
I’ve been debating on which place and coffee was my favorite to this point, but it looks like that debate ends now.
One of my older cousins invited me and granny to a coffee outing at The Farmhouse. This was both a time to catch up and to try new coffee. I got the house drip with the usual.
The taste and image that came to mind were nearly identical to the coffee I had at Land of a Thousand Hills. I was a bit disappointed, but I was also puzzled. The coffee I had at LoaTH was French press while the one I got here was drip. It was the same tasting coffee, even though it was made two different ways.
I know there’s a difference between drip and French press, so was the drip a darker roast? I might have to do actual research into how all these brewing processes differ from one another.
There are a lot of shopping malls in Duluth, and it was there that I found The Coffee by Hand. I was tempted to buy their tasty looking desserts, but I had to remind myself that I was here for coffee. This time around, I went with an Americano. The initial sip burned my tongue, so I had to wait several minutes before I could taste and analyse it.
The coffee tasted fine, and it brought a certain warmth to my heart (after getting past the burning on my tongue), but nothing really stood out. No images came to mind. I think people that don’t like strong coffee would like this.
Like with Amelie’s, I was eventually going to find some rocks after finding gems in my coffee quest. However, I have to wonder how this one coffee was weaker than the others I’ve tasted? Was the roast type or the duration of the brew? I’m leaning more towards the latter.
I was early for my chiropractor’s appointment, so I decided to look around the Roswell area for coffee. I found Land of a Thousand Hills, and I saw that they were selling French press coffee for cheap. I got a dark roast on a nice tray with the usual.
It tastes the same as the others, except it went a step beyond. It was stronger and bolder. The image that came to mind was those giant coffee beans being juiced, with the leftover husks roasted.
For me, this confirms that roast type is a factor in finding good coffee. I feel that I’m getting closer to finding the formula for good coffee.
Before paying a visit to my granny in Alpharetta, I decided to look around the area for another coffee house. Mugs on Milton was the first thing that popped up on my online search, so I headed there. I was originally interested in trying the French press, but it was too expensive, so I got a medium roast drip with the usual.
It was nearly identical to the coffee from Hodgepodge and Spiller Park. For once, two images came to mind. The first was the usual: jungle with trees that grew coffee beans the size of papayas. The second was a river of wine in South America. I’ve never had wine before, but the idea was there. After several more sips, I found that the taste was slightly burnt. Those little things are what barely separate this coffee from the others.
Why is it that these coffee houses are starting to have the same tasting coffee? It’s like getting the same prize from different capsule machines. Are they all buying the same blend from the same company or something? If so, then I’m going to have to expand the varieties of coffee I can get on my list. I’ve already started with that almond milk latte from the last visit; I just have to avoid the syrups and sugars, still.
My sister recommended I come here, so we went together. The one we went to was in the Walton apartment complex, and it has a great view of the river. She got me an almond milk latte, as she thought I should add a latte to my overall coffee experience.
The foamed almond milk flavor blended with the coffee and overpowered its taste. It brought to mind a coffee river with a milk waterfall pouring into it. The taste was good, but I felt like I wasn’t getting the flavor of the original brew.
I look at the title now and realize that I’ve reached the double digits on my Quest for Coffee. I’m starting to get a grasp on what makes good coffee. There are several brewing methods out there, and I have yet to try them all. I believe that I will, though. Atlanta is big, after all.
I spent my 4th of July in Ellijay visiting family and friends and looking around downtown. Among the many antique stores, I found The Martyn House. I saw that they had several blends available for pour over, so I chose their Dancing Goats blend (curious name, I admit).
As seems to be the usual for pour overs, this coffee was bold. The taste brings to mind a desert with wildlife hiding in the dead vegetation. It was addicting and, after savoring the first few sips, I gulped it down.
I have a feeling that in addition to how the coffee is brewed, good coffee is determined by blends. This means that favorites all come down to personal tastes.
Today I went to Ponce City Market in search of fun times and good coffee. I found two coffee places in the food court: Revelator and Spiller Park. This was a set up for a Double Feature on my Quest for Coffee.
For Revelator, I decided to try pour over coffee. It took some time, but watching the process was like watching a chemistry experiment. It was bold and brought an old sense to my mind. The image that came to me was a basement coffeehouse styled like a neighborhood bar.
Spiller Park had flavors from Ethiopia and Kenya, and they were pricey. I went with the cheapest one, Gedeb from Ethiopia. I went with the pour over, since the last one went well. I found that it was the same as the coffee I had at Hodgepodge: same flavor, same image. I mean, it was still good, but it disappointed me because I could get the same thing at Hodgepodge for cheaper.
So, I found that pour over coffee has more intense flavor. I think I’m one step closer to finding out what makes a good cup of coffee.