Morning coffee. Lukewarm already. The taste of coffee throughout my life. Black Nescafé in France. Mediocre instant coffee in India, but then, they had the delicious Madrasi coffee, whipped with cream and sugar, drunk very hot outside dusty road stalls. Too sweet, but strong and potent.
I cried once, on returning to the U.S in the middle of the night. We’d stopped in a dinner where I was served a 10¢ cup of coffee in a paper cup. Does anyone remember what coffee tasted like before Starbucks and the coffee culture that raised the bar for all coffee?