Monday, January 04, 2010

Off to a pretentious start.


When it comes to coffee I'm not particularly an expert. To me it's no different to wine: I can tell if it's a bad one, but not too sensitive to anything beyond better than average. And like wine, most of the so called connoisseurs are natural born bullshitters. I firmly believe that the company makes the experience and no coffee can save me from a retarded uni graduate complaining about his or her sorry graduated-ass life.

Having said that, if you want to meet all the academics, fags, and Asians in Melbourne, be sure to check out Matt Preston's The Age A2 article on all the 'acclaimed' coffee spots in Victoria. I even took the trouble to highlight them for you.