You Think You Know Coffee But You Don't Know Jack

Do you remember the smell of coffee in the morning? Its gentle pull easing you into the waking world? The subtle tastes on your palate? Well forget everything you know. Vietnamese coffee is a whole different ballgame. In fact, it's not a game at all. Seriously, these people are not playing around. Coffee was introduced to Vietnam by the French. The Vietnamese took to it instantly, but in typical Vietnamese fashion, they said "Hey guys, I really like what you've got here with this whole coffee thing, but what if we..." And then they proceeded to stomp all over French coffee. They triple distilled it until one ounce equaled an American coffee. They added condensed milk to quintuple the sugar content. They made it better, faster, stronger.

American coffee is your high school varsity soccer coach, giving you that pep talk to get you off the bench and playing your best. Vietnamese coffee is the neighborhood tough guy, punching you in the gut then saying "Hey, biotch, that all you got?! Get up, NOW!!" And so you spend the rest of the day with your limbs constantly twitching. Not so much a race car put into high gear, but more a puppet being yanked around by strings. American coffee drinker, meet Vietnamese coffee. His name is Jack.

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xyzproductions said…

or trung nguyen.... [drool] only maybe the best stuff *ever*!

May 4, 2008 at 11:10 PM

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