i am addicted to coffee. well, ok, caffeine.
looking back, i can remember the first time i actually liked coffee. my friend, ryan kawamoto and i were on hawthorne street in portland, oregon. shocked that i didnt like coffee, he dragged me into starbucks and ordered me a mocha. once i tasted that, i was hooked.
at first, all i could do was drink mochas. soon, it was cups of regular drip coffee with like 5 packs of sugar and 4 creams.
time passed and soon the sugar in my coffee became less and less. I switched from mochas to vanilla lattes, and then to just lattes.
then i moved to switzerland. i began drinking extremely strong small coffees with cream.
moving back to the states, my drink order became an “americano with room.”
however, since i could usually only find starbucks on all my work travels, i began to have two problems…
a frequent drink order at starbucks is a “grande americano with room.” so people would steal my drink from the bar. also… they don’t use the water from the espresso machine, but a little hot water tap, which in reality is not that hot so by the time i would pour in the cream, my espresso would be lukewarm.
so to be unique i created my drink:
grande americano with 2 inches of steamed 2%