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beverage: Iced Coffee

Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 5:34 pm
by Colonel Panic_Archive
I love coffee. I'm not going to let warm weather interfere with my enjoyment of one of my favorite beverages.

BTW, iced coffee is best when made with iced coffee cubes. With those, the melting ice won't dilute your coffee.

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beverage: Iced Coffee

Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 5:47 pm
by burun_Archive
rashiedgarrison wrote:I would drink iced tea were it more widely available over here.

You live in England.

That is, outside of China, ground zero for tea consumption.

How can it be possible that iced tea is not readily available in the United Fucking Kingdom?

You do have ice over there, I am sure of it.

beverage: Iced Coffee

Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:59 pm
by bleh_Archive
Colonel Panic wrote:I love coffee. I'm not going to let warm weather interfere with my enjoyment of one of my favorite beverages.

BTW, iced coffee is best when made with iced coffee cubes. With those, the melting ice won't dilute your coffee.

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You have just removed the last logistical problem i had with iced coffee. Thak you.

beverage: Iced Coffee

Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:23 pm
by lemur68_Archive
Colonel Panic wrote:I love coffee. I'm not going to let warm weather interfere with my enjoyment of one of my favorite beverages.

BTW, iced coffee is best when made with iced coffee cubes. With those, the melting ice won't dilute your coffee.

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This triggered long-dormant memories of making and eating iced tea cubes. Mmm, good stuff.

beverage: Iced Coffee

Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:41 am
by Tom_Archive
BoinbBoing.com wrote:Jeff Simmermon recounts his recent experience with a snobish barista at Murky Coffee in Arlington, VA.

I just ordered my usual summertime pick-me-up: a triple shot of espresso dumped over ice. And the guy at the counter looked me in the eye with a straight face and said “I’m sorry, we can’t serve iced espresso here. It’s against our policy.”

The whole world turned brown and chunky for a second. Flecks of corn floated past my pupils, and it took me a second to blink it all away.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll have a triple espresso and a cup of ice, please.” He rolled his eyes and rang it up, took my money, gave me change. I stood there and waited. Then the barista called me over to the bar. I reached for it, and he leaned over and locked his eyes with mine, saying “Hey man. What you’re about to do … that’s really, really Not Okay.”