I used to only take my coffee black. When I worked in a coffee shop during my undergrad years, we piled the espresso into our drinks. We were not afraid to be awake all goddamn night long!!!!!! And when we were busy we didn't always have time to make ourselves anything too complicated. We tempered our shots by making real macchiatos. Starbucks macchiatos are complete shit, they're basically milkshakes. A real macchiato is a shot of espresso with a dollop of milk foam on top. That's it. It's very small, it's very intense. In my old shop we had a regular morning customer who was from Italy Italian. He would buy a newspaper and order a macchiato. We'd make it in a little demitasse shot glass. He'd carry it over to the sugars and creamers. He'd load that fucking shot up with sugar, give it a quick swirl, and toss it back like tequila. And if you make it right it has the same leveling quality of a shot of alcohol. You're suddenly awake enough to take on shirtless Putin himself in a street fight. It's hot and sweet and has a hard edge. For a cold, rainy day where you're finally feeling like the temperature is below 40 degrees, it's a perfect little kickstart to a morning. Coffee for me is basically breakfast. When I started letting Bailey make it for me while I was visiting, she put in enough cream to turn it the "same color as the chief khakis," and it tasted like happiness and love. So I still maintain that good coffee doesn't necessarily have to have cream. My best coffee experience was on an Austrian flight from Vienna to Prague. I had two cups. I pondered a third.
I wrote that yesterday in a letter to a friend.