Edible stories told here
The first Irish Coffee I ever had was in San Francisco. It might have been at the Buena Vista (t’was a long time ago) but if not it was certainly in the same small tulip glass, a perfect balance of cold cream and hot slightly sweet boozy coffee. That was how it should be. It was years […]
On the coffee snob scale I think I fall somewhere between Chock Full of Nuts (I’m not even sure that is still for sale but I do love the old theme song) and a bean with flavor notes longer than my arm that requires a specific temperature and method of brewing or pressing or distilling. […]
