A cup of coffee On a grey, rainy, foggy day, the first thing that comes to my mind Is a cup of coffee. On a sunny, happy day, the first thing that comes to my mind Is a cup of coffee. Whether I feel Like a “superstar” or not, all I need is one cup of deliciously, fresh-brewed coffee. Every morning it seems as if I am in a fog until that warm cup of coffee touches my lips. I can honestly say that I am addicted to this caffeinated beverage. The intoxicating scent helps open my eyes and get me energize and motivated for the rest of the day.
Caffeine is not the only impotent that I am obsessed with; I am also addicted to the flavor of coffee, particularly the savory flavor of Cataracts coffee. We live In the great city of New York and unlike many other cycles, we get to experience a variety of coffee shops, cafes, or restaurants with cosmopolitan coffee. We have the choice of a huge variety of different types of coffee as well, whereas other countries have their individual coffee traditions. For example, the Turks enjoy their coffee strong, dark and sweet, with the grounds settling at the bottom of the cup.
Cubans Eke an espresso brewed with sugar and the French simply Like a cafe AU alt. Living in New York we can experience all different kinds of coffees, but Cataracts made drinking coffee pretty universal. You can visit any Cataracts cafe in any country and get your favorite drink the way you like it. Even the atmosphere in the cafe will be the same. Every day or every other day I walk a few blocks from my building to go grocery shopping, walk out of the gym, or visit a few store.
I can walk to my various tasks in several different directions, however, I take one route each time because I know that route leads to that lovely, aromatic shop with the well-known circular sign on the glass window, featuring twin- tailed crowned mermaid. I can stop in on my way to completing my tasks or on the way back from completing them. The strong bitter aroma of ground coffee beans drifted in the air welcoming me as I open the coffee shop door. The redolence is intoxicating.
When you walk in the Cataracts coffee shop the amazing aroma of coffee beans being brewed creates a smell so wonderful you can almost taste your steamed cup of coffee or flavored drink; even before you have the drink in your hand. The cashier In the traditional green apron of Cataracts takes my order, my favorite, caramel machismo. Then I move to the next counter and Walt for my coffee. I hear the sound of bean grinding and segregation. The aroma of the coffee reaches deep in my nose, so I want to take a deep breath to enjoy awakening, refreshing smell.
Once I get my coffee I am on a search for a place to sit. With my warm coffee in hand, I notice the comfortable atmosphere, the orange lighting which gives the shop a soft and warm hue, making the environment cozy, the giant table in the middle for larger ropes to gather and share Ideas and the smaller tables that are taken by Individuals or couples who want to be more intimate. There are also two soft sofas by the glass window that are usually always taken. There is such an atmosphere of comfort and harmony that makes Cataracts is a one kind.
Even though Cataracts is always packed it is by no means a noisy place as opposed to other coffee shops that are always loud and obnoxious. The sound of people chatting and laughter blends harmoniously with the background music; yet somehow It blends perfectly. I take a cafe. These are people who truly enjoy coffee: the man in blue suit with a book on his table and a coffee cup in his hand; the young man in blue Jeans and a black hood with Just a cup of coffee; the woman in glasses with her laptop and her coffee on the table; a group of friends chatting with each other, with smiles and coffee on their table.
They all appreciate being here and drinking coffee. I take my first sip of coffee and the sweet aroma takes over my senses, the warm smell fills the atmosphere. The smooth freshly steamed milk surfs in my mouth and the drink tastes very dense, sweet and creamy with caramel sauce on the top. It is Just perfect. Sometimes I feel that my caramel machismo could be the perfect companion to a delicate, crisp Blueberry muffin, but the quantity of sugar in both gastronomical delights scares me.
Sipping my magically tasty beverage, I think about how little we need to feel peacefully, happy. I like to enjoy my coffee in a relaxing atmosphere. It is a moment when the rest of the world can wait. I look out the window and see the people on the streets rushing around, while sitting in the soft chair with a cup of coffee in my hand. Maybe that is why it is called “coffee break”. I love the experience itself.
Even though usually I don’t drink more than one cup of coffee a day, but sometimes I Just want to taste caramel machismo in the end of the day as a delicious sweet reward for being good and productive during the day. Even Just smelling coffee could make me less stressed. For me, coffee equates happiness, comfort, coziness, good mood, clear thinking and something warm that comes from the heart. It energies you and puts smile on your face and when it happens you can share your good energy with everyone around you. I would even say that everything good starts with a good cup of coffee.
