Mouth Feel
I went to Cafe Vega for a coffee tasting. A fellow from Stumptown was there and it was just like a wine tasting: inhale deeply of the grounds, then quickly slurp the brew into your mouth, trying to aerate it. "Like using a spray bottle to spritz it across your palate." There were spit cups. But no cheese and crackers.

I love coffee, but it was just a trifle ridiculous. One coffee promised: "Fragrance of Jasmine mutates into flavors of Dutch chocolate, roasted almonds, meyer lemon and plum finishing with chamomile tea like grace."

The Sumatran tasted like weed (honest!), and damn if the placard didn't promise "a taste of cannabis." So maybe it's not all bunk.

Tasted six coffees, brought home a bag each of Gautemalan and Kenyan beans.

Turnout was very sad. Three of us. There were a few more in the shop who didn't bother to get up from their tables for a taste. Woe to the independent coffee shop in the Central District.