Coffee!

I’m an Aberration: an English Coffee Lover…

Let me start by saying that a lot of my major life choices have been majorly influence by my addiction to caffeine.

Soooo one of the selling features of Vancouver was all the famous coffee shops: Cafe Artigiano, Trees, 49th Parallel (named after the latitudinal line separating Canada from the States), and Revolver.

I’m a fairly laid back coffee drinker: a good Starbucks is all I need to get going in the morning. But I was excited to try out all these specialty coffee shops. I’m trying to hit every cafe that the Huffington Post said were the best. Here’s my experience so far:

  1. Cafe Artigiano – It was busy, and I had some time to watch the baristas at work. Something really grossed me out, however. You know how baristas will steam milk in those little pitchers? Well, at Artigiano they were steaming the milk, setting it aside, and then one barista would collect all the old milk into one giant container…and then they started reusing it. That means the milk kept on getting reused over and over again. I got sick to my stomach and left before trying anything.
  2. Trees – Went after 5pm and they weren’t open. I’ll try another day.
  3. 49th Parallel – Tried it in Kitsilano. They had a Clover machine and had some pretty sweet drip coffee. It had me wired all day long. I liked the sleek, modern look of the cafe. I’m not a fan of the old wood furniture most cafes populate themselves with.
  4. Revolver – I have yet to visit. They have a pretty badass website, though.

Obligatory Video:

Apparently you can buy coffee with bitcoin in certain coffee shops now. I’m still not sure how bitcoin works exactly.

In the meantime, check out this website here, as well as here.

First Up: Hipster Watching!

Apparently there are two epicenters of hipsterdom: Brooklyn, NY and Portland, Oregon. I hate hipsters and couldn’t imagine visiting those places and not leaving with assault and battery charges. I’m not a violent man by any means. I mean, I have had several battles with spiders in my flat where the outcome truly was in doubt. There’s just something about hipsters that makes ordinary people eager to try out violence for the first time. You know?

weird hipsters

Hipster Watching Has Been Moved Up:

I planned on spending a couple of days trying out obscure cafes to see hipsters in their natural habitat. But once I got off the plane, I came up against an uncomfortable truth: they’re everywhere.

They were in the airport.

They were on the train from the airport.

They were in my hotel.

It’s like a zombie apocalypse where you discover that everyone is already infected. It’s not a weird minority of people here in Vancouver. There are Asians, there are hipsters, and there are Asian hipsters (inevitable overlap). But that’s all there is.

The gross part? The smug looks on their faces…or the scarves or…I don’t know. I don’t even know what it is. It’s this terrible feeling.

I think I’m in over my head.