…it sucks. the boston tea party was a brilliant moment in american history. i always loved the story. rebellion and outrageous statement against the injustices of the british rule and taxation. come on! if i had been alive then, i for sure would have donned some feathers and thrown a few crates of pg tips into the sea. it was a fantastic ‘screw you’ that impacted my life more than you might think. it was the moment we yankees decided to find a new hot drink of choice. a moment that, quite possibly, helped birth america’s love of coffee.
and. i. am. a. coffee. snob.
unashamedly so. life is too short to drink bad coffee, and i live in a country where there is more instant coffee on the supermarket shelves than beans, where a latte from a press button machine is a ‘treat’. there is freaking tea everywhere.
come my friends, ’tis not late to seek a newer world!
i have some ideas up my sleeve folks and i have sourced the finest coffee roasted in england for the soon-to-be-named coffee shop. this time next year bedford, england is going to rock the coffee scene.
bring. it. on.