Bright/Kauffman/Crane Productions, Warner Bros. Television, Paramount Pictures, UGC Fox Distribution
Coffee is the great love of my life. I have discovered wondrous places fueled by search for the next perfect cup. I have explored cities far and wide guided only by cafes. I have lived out grunge fueled days in coffee shops draped in flannel with book in hand. I have checked my daily social quotient by chatting with baristas who all know my name and order, two shots of espresso on ice with almond milk. Or at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, a dry ice americano with almond milk. I don’t just say those words, I sing them like the sweetest, most precious lullaby.
So with all this passion, why oh why would I even consider quitting?? I joked with a friend, ‘well, I haven’t quit anything in awhile.’ Truth is, it’s a long story, but I will tell you this much, quitting coffee to become a tea drinker is much, much, much harder than becoming a vegan. My dealers are at every corner, each with their own distinct cup - Alfred’s, Cafe Luxxe, Groundwork, Intelligencia, Two Guns, I could go on but it’s too painful. This Saturday morning, I was stopped at a traffic light digging my nails into the steering wheel–withdrawals in full effect–as a woman in the car next to me held up her Venti iced coffee. Her drink was the perfect, most sublime color of coffee to milk ratio. As we sat at the light she held up her cup, stirring innocent ice cubes relentlessly with her perky green straw. She stirred and stirred, I could practically hear the ice cubes knocking ruthlessly against one another. Never has stirring been so confrontational.
That my friends might be sign of addiction, and also a good sign that I should continue taking a break from this great love. But if you hear news of a woman reaching into another woman’s vehicle to steal her coffee, well, you’ll know it’s me. The safe word is macchiato.