It has been so long since my first cup that the memory escapes me. I do however remember growing up seeing my mother drink a cup of black coffee every morning. My incessant requests to try her beverage to satiate my curiosity eventually led to her yielding and pouring me a tall glass of milk, with a tablespoon of sugar, and a fraction of a teaspoon of decaffeinated instant coffee. At the time I could count my years of life with the fingers of my hands, I was young when that clever formula replaced most other beverages. It was life-changing, truly.
Throughout the years there was less and less milk and sugar in my cup that, by the time I was in undergrad, I had grown to appreciate the nectar of the gods in its purest form, black. Today coffee has become as essential to my food pyramid as it was to my mother in her youth. In light of this context, one may accurately deduce the purpose of this section, to share my coffee experiences and provide guidance on some of the best (and worst) coffee in Los Angeles.
Quick disclaimer: I do appreciate the full spectrum of coffee from black to Caramel Brulée Frappuccino. That being said 4 out of 5 of my daily cups are black, the 5th does tend to have some creamer. Cheers!
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