It's been nine days since I've been
On Bar, and I miss it.
given, it was a love-hate relationship.
Love and obsession of coffee, the Art of pulling an espresso shot,
along with the process of preparing drinks.
Hate of a million hounding, complaining, and demanding people on your back.
Inevitably destroying the process purely by you being over worked.
Or as I used to call it,
The Cluster Fuck of Espresso.
*Rule of Thumb, unless you're at an ick-starbucks, in Europe, or the espresso bar is automated...
if your latte gets pumped out in two seconds flat, the quality of the bean/milk will be crap.
burnt/incorrectly stretched milk, incorrectly pulled/bitter espresso etc.
Okay, Rant Over!