Cough! Eeee!

No matter how hard I tried, I could never make American coffee to taste like Indian coffee. More specifically, Madras filter coffee. Having stayed in Chennai for a while and having an aunt who makes phenomenal filter coffee, it was just natural that I had to be a fan.
When I had first come to the US, I was fairly excited about tasting their coffee, thanks to having heard so many tales of romance, dates, make-ups, break-ups, start-ups, lawsuits, conversations all over happening over a cup of coffee. For all this happening, there had to be something special about American coffee.

Well, there wasn’t. I was disappointed. For one thing, it was water-based. Ugh. Milk, or “cream” as they call it, was solely added for the purpose of flavoring. I was complaining to an American friend –

“It’s like they forcibly made hot water pass through coffee beans.”
“Dude, that IS how they brew coffee!”
“Why would they want to punish at least one of the two? They could use milk!”
“Ha ha! Who uses milk in their coffee?”

Silence.
Crickets chirping too.

In search of a remedy, I surprised several people at cafes when all I did was take lots and lots of cream and added a decent amount of sugar, effectively making people wait in line behind me. It refused to work. It still tasted like the coffee maker was planning sweet sweet bitter bitter revenge. Or like God’s way of telling me that I will be caffeine deprived for the rest of my life. While I am in the US, i.e.
(In a big booming voice, like how Gods typically speak from behind the clouds) You shall never feel the blissful ethereal blend of fatigue and alertness at the same time! While you are in the US, i.e.

Not that I would pass out of tiredness if I didn’t have my regular dose of coffee. But for days when sleep was less and alertness was crucial at 8:00 AM (or 10:00 AM, same thing) in the morning, coffee was a necessity.

Eventually I gave up. Now I just drink black coffee. No milk, no sugar, no bliss. It’s like a bittersweet symphony, except for the sweet and the symphony.

And I am sure I wake up because of how bitter it is. It has nothing to do with caffeine.

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2 Responses to “Cough! Eeee!”
  1. Deepika says:

    Your sentiments are echoes here! Though I haven’t yet given up. It’s coffee in milk that I bring from home to work everyday. 🙂

  2. Debs says:

    in that case i would suggest karela juice. its as bitter n good for health too 😉

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