a time to mourn

June 11, 2007 – 9:06 pm

chilling but true: there are even less mentionable coffee outposts in far removed stretches of these hinterlands — kansas, say — that come laden with ambience, but, when asked for an espresso, will produce a stare, a stammer and then something like this:

which sort of looks like chef’s leftovers. thanks to the roadtripping solis jake for the dispatch. also, a powerful display of iron gag reflex. he notes, oddly, that these people appear to employ the same kitty-cute countertop roaster the cypriot has been ogling: