The battle of the Coffee beans

I have been a ardent fan of coffee from times immemorial. The whole experience of coffee, cigerrates and philosophy combined with the beautiful girls around is like a high. All was well when my favorite coffee shop was all by itself serving people its laid back coffee, and the smoke and the conversations. There was no jazz, no fancy items in the menu and yes, no pesky hookah’s.

Then one fine day, like it happens to all the laid back places, another coffee shop sprung up right next to our good old coffee shops. This was a supposedly up maket, more jazzy and better coffee shop. Like any other loyal guy, i stuck to my coffee shop, but then curiosity had me. That’s when i decided to visit.. and mind it only visit, for inspection purposes only the new jazzy coffee shops.

So when i walk in, i see a nice ambiance.. not bad they score here.. and than the people serving coffee. Now they are all Chinese. Not that i want to racist or anything, but its funny bcoz communication just comes to a stand still there. You speak English and they answer in what is called the menu language, the entire script which u can find in the menu kept in front of you. Anyways that somehow doesn’t bother much because don’t discuss politics with him. So with difficulty i place my order.. which was a ordeal by itself.. There was no mention of my good old cappuccino nor the espresso. I had to actually struggle to find that between a slew of JAZZY coffees.

Then when i finally order, and then settle down to drink… there are a bunch of people next to me, smoking hookah. I have no problem with the hookah actually, being a smoker myself.. but what pisses me off is the taste and the smell. I mean u have a hookah, u bloody well put tobacco in it.. we are not asking for some dope. Atleast stop putting apple, orange flavoured shit or worse goat milk.. I mean of the government does not give u permission to put tobacco.. sell the good old ciggis.. they are sufficient.. When i try and ignore all that and trying to get into a small conversation with my friends.. the speakers behind me are blurting out “Father Figure” by George MIchael.. and that kills it all. And to top it all.. the list of songs repeat themselves after one round is up.

Now i wonder.. whats jazzy in their, The coffee serving guys who speak the “menu” language, the menu itself which has everything in the front page other than good old plain coffee, the hookahs that spew apple, orange, mint and occasionally goat milk or the music that repeats. Let me go to my good old coffee shop and think about it over a cappuccino.