I sat next to a guy at a dinner party who said he just loved coffee. He loved it so much so that he set up his programmable coffee machine so that the first thing he got out of bed in the morning he could pour a cup.
If someone told you the same story about their love for vodka we'd have no trouble figuring out what was really going on. Likewise, if you went to a bar and your friend asked for a twenty ounce serving of wine you'd have no trouble determining that you're friend was an alcoholic and not a wine lover. An awful lot of coffee culture is really about concealing the blunt fact that an awful lot of coffee drinkers are supporting a drug habit. Of course, it feels better to call yourself a coffee lover than to admit dependency.
Thus the appalling Café Americano. It has all the caffeine and more but about as much flavour as hot water stirred with a brown crayon.
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