After devouring some food at King of Thai Noodle the other night, Cap’n Raspberry declared his intent to go get a cup of coffee. I demurred at first, but he said that the coffee was “really good” and I might want to at least check it out, so I found myself trailing along on a quest for one of my least favourite beverages.
We went to Philz coffee, and I was immediately intrigued.
You see, Philz believes that coffee tastes the best when it is fresh brewed, so they brew it fresh when you order. One cup at a time. From beans that have been ground mere seconds before. The Cap’n put in his order and I heard the bean grinder whirring and I noticed Turkish Coffee on the menu and I was seduced.
It turned out to be one of the better decisions I made this week.
My coffee cup was brimming with thick, sweet, creamy coffee that had complex notes and swirls of fresh coffee oils dancing across the top. I took a hesistant sip at first, and then a larger one.
“Oh my God,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, bemused. “You like it?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
I swirled the rich flavours around in my mouth and wandered absentmindedly into a crosswalk in front of oncoming traffic. I didn’t notice when I stepped in a muddle of something moist and slightly sticky. I thought a flight of stairs was an escalator and stood there for several minutes, thinking I was being whisked underground to my train.
Yes, indeed. If coffee actually tasted like that all the time, I would be extremely into drinking it.
If you don’t believe me, hop over to 3901 18th Street at Folsom and dig it.