Coffee, 21st century style

It's a nice comment that we can spend hours obsession about how Murky Coffee, in Arlington hires douchebag baristas, isn't it?

The nice thing is that we don't have to spend quite as much time as our ancestors did worrying about whether the crops will come up, or whether the plague will come to our village, or whether the douchebag Baron (or a neighbouring Duke, Earl, Chief, or knight) will decide to pillage the place. Isn't civilization wonderful?

Oh, the coffee thing? Here's the Lileksized version:

As for the coffee shop story — a guy wanted his espresso with ice, the "barista" wouldn’t do it, so the guy asked for ice on the side — and was given a dressing-down by the barista for insulting the integrity of the craft and the virtue of the crema, or whatever. The comments are amusing; while some people hammer the blogger for his crude reaction, others side with the barista for sticking up for the espresso, for saving it from the indignity this barbarian wished to inflict upon it. Criminey. The man paid for his coffee. If he wanted to add ground-up goat-glands and drizzle donkey spittle on the top once money had changed hands, that’s his right. I love coffee; I love good coffee. I love coffee so hot and strong it would exfoliate a yak, but I don’t regard it as some holy ichor. This is the blood of Juan Valdez, shed for you. Here is the biscotti, consecrated by a snob with a artful piercing who carefully vets the notes on the community bulletin board to make sure everyone’s using recycled paper. Coffee was simpler once. Worse, but simpler.

Amusingly, the original post ended up with the information that while the "barista" refused to serve the customer's requested iced triple espresso — because it was against company policy and it was an abomination before the coffee gods — they'd happily serve a "plastic cup with ice, filled it 3/4 of the way with water" with "four shots of espresso." So, three shots bad, four shots good?