Coffee is unique. Rarely will you find people with exactly the same experiences as another when it comes to coffee.
With so many variables and such subtle flavours, we all experience coffee in our own unique way. This recent shower thought gave me inspiration for this series of articles we’ll be producing called Coffee Experiences.
We want to reach out to the coffee lovers community and get their thoughts about their experiences with coffee. Whether that’s their frequency of drinking or something like the best coffee they’ve ever had and which city it was in. Today we’re going to be covering the latter.
Venice, Italy – nothing better than the little espresso shops.
I had the best pour-over I’ve ever had in Phoenix, Arizona. It was at a specialty shop that I was about to start working for, and I got to try my first Cup of Excellence coffee there. It was an Ethiopian coffee, and the extraction was so good. The fruit notes, especially the blueberry, just punched a hole in the ceiling.
Littleton CO. It’s called DevilDogBrew and I had the Columbia Supremo.
Bainbridge Island in the state of Washington comes to mind. Decades ago, there was a little hole in the wall coffee shop called Mulkateo Coffee. For some reason that cappuccino was so memorable and has always stuck with me.
A latte at a cafe in Kona, Hawaii which was run by a small family coffee plantation. Without being over-dramatic – pure heaven.
For me, every coffee is different. Even coffee harvested from the same estate will have different flavour for the spring or autumn harvest. But if I had to pick, there was a coffee shop in Seattle which I forget the name of.
Copenhagen. A few high end restaurants opened my eyes to the fact that I could do much better with my coffee choices!
On summer holiday in Annecy, France. There was a cafe called Brumes and their coffee was incredible.
Whilst I was in Indonesia I was luckily enough to have one of the locals recommend a visit to one of the coffee plantations. I didn’t really drink coffee at the time but thought it would be an interesting place to visit none the less.
At the plantation there was a Luwak that ate the coffee beans and the bean goes through its digestive system. Once collected, an old lady roasted the coffee in front of me before I was able to try some.
Little did I know that I was trying some of the most expensive coffee in the world! I guess it’s quite hard to replicate such an experience.