CI looks a gift horse in the mouth
March 18, 2008 – 10:12 am
you might think the generous opportunity to crash with the blogwife at a certain east coast coffee juggernaut’s atlanta training center for a night would lull us into complacent, insidery back-slapping mode. you’d be wrong!
in another periodic bursts of bloggy public service journalism, this blog’s secret cameras bring you these shocking images from the high-powered coffee locality, where espresso and brewing standards, one hopes, would be at their highest. alas, it was difficult to fall asleep once these scenes were seared on our brain.
a forgotten espresso puck — left in the portafilter all! night! long!
five-pound bags of the good stuff — standing! open! for literally hours!
in related investigative work, this blog’s home espresso machine strangely stopped operating almost immediately after the champeen came through. the heating element, it seems, is suddenly kaput. obvious initial theory: hoffmann pilfered it! so lessee, that’s a total of one spoon, one heating element and a lot of sleep lifted — that we know about so far.
indeed, keeping our eyes glued to the fellow in atlanta, we managed to come up with the following photographic evidence:
well, ok, it’s hard to see. but there’s flatware in them gargantuan british bum pockets.
Scandalous.
Uhm, sorry to veer off the topic… but why were you so drawn to that British bum?
good question. we’re swearing off the unnerving scrutiny RIGHT NOW.
jeeeeez. give a guy a horse and the next thing you know, he’s butchering it for meat…
and for the record, I’m almost willing to put money on the fact that the last set of hands on that particular portafilter were those of the champ. scandalous, indeed.
we have an indictment!