what solis jake then drank at the corning museum of glass (hint: his e-mail subject line said “WME”):
“worst mocha evar!” pondering, then, this $12,000 architectural tragedy (roughly), this blog ends up fascinated all over again at the levels of indignity people will endure when it’s connected to an attractive aesthetic.
put differently, how much bad quality can a single good quality foist on a consumer? presumably, latte art sells more coffee. but how much more? and what if the coffee itself tastes especially bad?
we’ve asked these questions before. which makes this blog a hack rehashing navel gazer.