I was talking today to a guy at work and we were discussing the finer virtues of my Starbucks Venti Cappuccino with 2 extra espresso shots. He said I should have asked for a Venti espresso and gone for it, which triggered a TV-Show style flashback to when I was working in Cardiff.
I believe I was 18 or 19, I had travelled…lived some might say, but all under the protective coccoon of the Royal Air Force, what I see as youthful exuberance…others saw as naivety. But through all of my experiences, I had never…well, I am almost ashamed to admit this to you now…I had never had an Espresso. There, I said it…I am not proud but please…before consigning me to the scrapheap of your lives, remember that I was young and inexperienced at this thing they call life…..
Holy crapola, zoned out there for a second, where was I?
Ah yes, Espresso…story…tell it.
So, I was doing some work on the side for an Italian that I had sold a computer to at work. He owned arguably the nicest Italian restaurant in Cardiff at the time and we struck a deal where he would pay me by putting credit at the restaurant. It was a good deal and my family and friends had some seriously nice meals because of it. The first time I did some work for him, he invited me over to the restaurant for some lunch. The chef whipped up an amazing risotto and I got stuck into it. Pietro asked me if I wanted a coffee, I said yes and he asked if I wanted an Espresso. I admitted to never having one and yes, I would love to try one.
He brought over this incredibly tiny cup with coffee in it….I had a taste and quite liked it, so I told him that I would try a full cup…and that he didn’t have to bring a taster.
So a full mug of Espresso later I am wired beyond all measurable belief. I can’t remember the next few days following that drink, but I am pretty certain that my tolerance for caffiene went through the roof that day, and I am now at the stage of needing coffee to get to sleep at night.
I did try and give up coffee a year or two back and it nearly killed me. I was sick, had the tremors, couldn’t focus, was sweating all the time. I looked like the classic “Cold Turkey” sufferer that they show in films when people are trying to get off heroin etc.
Not good. Still, at least I will have given up smoking by the weekend.