The Coffee Snob Returns

I've already made a bit of a name for myself as a coffee snob in the office.

Early on, I turned my nose up at the free, office coffee machine (I should have been happy to have found something free in this city! Alas, I have detrimentally discerning taste buds.) and brought in a french press, which my good friend Daniel and I have made a tradition of pressing every morning. Actually, in a hurry on the morning I left to go to Aalborg, I shattered the glass in the french press I brought, so Daniel brought one in and has been diligently in charge of making the coffee every morning, usually before my sleepy butt even arrives to the office. It's probably better this way. When we used to do it together, I used to criticize the way he made it -"No, you have to stir the beans first! Don't heat the water up to boiling or you'll burn the beans! You have to let it sit for 5 minutes before you press!" -Annoying, right? I'm sure he's happier now that he gets to make coffee in peace, without me, the fascist dictator of the morning brew.

Anyway, we try and buy fancier beans so we don't have to resort (as we often do) to just french pressing what the office already has. I've been hearing about Coffe Collective, a direct trade coffee roaster that is proclaimed to be the best coffee in Copenhagen (all of Denmark, maybe?).

I was supposed to go venture there last weekend with my roommate to pick up some beans, but after delaying and delaying, we both finally admitted to each other that the weather was just too grim to bike the 20 minutes to Norrebro just for coffee.

This morning we had our first big snow. Everything is white and gorgeous, but damnit is it cold. This was taken at 7 this morning, when I was awoken by a man shoveling outside my window.

I take back everything I said the last 22 years of my life. I will gladly live in Southern California for the rest of my existence. What a magical place -so sunny, so temperate all the time! I bet there are even leaves on the trees there right now!

But here, even with 2 pairs of gloves on, my hands were so frozen they felt like they were on fire after biking only 3 blocks.

This was taken at a cute coffee shop across the street from my work that has great espresso. The guy working had taken a toaster oven out of the back and set it up in the seating area, cranked it up high, and sat in front of it as if it were a radiator. Genius! But clues you in to just how cold it is here.

So today, I decided to stay in. I ran across the street for milk this morning. Woo! Big moves! But Ryan (the roommate) said he was going to finally go to Coffee Collective, and I propositioned him to pick some up for me. Something mid-range. Latin American.

Well, some freshly ground (we don't have a grinder, and investing in one here would set me back 5 times as much as one in the states, and would only be useful for the next few months. Sadness!) Finca Vista Hermosa Guatemala came back from its trip through the tundra and I just pressed a fresh pot. The verdict? Delicious! Almost worth the 79 DKK (about $14) for 250 grams (about a half lb). Bright and floral with notes of lemon and almond (it smells strongly of marzipan! incredible!). Sorry for how pretentions that was.

I have to say, Intelligentsia in LA still owns my heart, but this place will definitely make it a little easier for this coffee snob to get through the next 5 months.

... but a little harder financially. Goodbye paycheck. I'll just make a few sacrifices. Snowboots / coffee? Snowboots / coffee? Coffee. Definitely coffee. I just won't leave my apartment, curled up with a blanket and a cup of coffee.