Great Taste, aka Chef's Toque or Gourmanda Galore--that pompous writer on culinary wunderlust and Upper Midwest haut food cravings and crazes--is a "bad girl" when it comes to espresso. One might describe her habits as... "espressoholic."
She doesn't look at the clock before drinking....
She drinks espresso in the morning. And at night. Of course there's the afternoon pick-me-up. Decaf? What's the point?
Her motto: Have espresso machine, will travel. She takes her trusty Nespresso machine and capsules on the road.
She drinks at home, often alone. Coffee shops and cafes? Nuh-uh.
Most people behind the counter do not know how to make espresso. They know how to steam milk. They take a shot of espresso and pour about 20 ounces of steamy milk on it and call it a cappucino or a latte. (In America, is there a difference?) It doesn't matter whether she is in Manhattan or in Minnesota. (Though in Manhattan you may periodically luck out --but why chance it?) Italy is a good place for consistently great espresso--in cafes, ristorantes, and so on. Unless one plans to move there it's too far to go for espresso--but then again, ahem, how can one miss the upcoming Venice Biennale?
She'll settle for less, out of necessity. When in need, she will visit a coffee shop and ask for triple espresso straight up, with steamed milk on the side. Sometimes that request works out, as long as the beans and the espresso machine are good--which is less than 50 percent of the time. But she'll try to drink it if it is at all palatable.
If company calls, she'll immediately offer some espresso, in hopes they'll say yes and she can make a cup for herself as well.
Espressoholics walk around and look just like everyone else. So it may be hard to identify one. But now Great Taste has confessed. You are reading the words of one who drinks a lot of espresso. And she isn't apologizing for it.....She'll keep her tin of mints handy, though.