Yeah me too… it’s trendy lately, everyone seems to do so, for various reasons (just do a google “I hate Starbucks”). I don’t remember the last time I went into one of their shops. All they have in their catalog is some sweet and milky coffee based beverages, topped with all kinds of flavorings that kill even the faintest coffee taste and aroma they may contain. An espresso is all you can order if you like coffee (and don’t want donuts in liquid form). It’s been long now that they have stopped using a proper espresso machine, and their personnel had any knowledge of the barista art. They use super-automatic beasts which are obviously calibrated to spit out mediocre coffee, barely good to serve as the basis of their unfortunate caffeinated drinks.

BUT… the espresso machine at work is broken (it’s been weeks now, sigh…). The coffee shop in our office building is closed this week due to summer vacations (not that their coffee is a thrilling experience). And I want to get some coffee. My first attempt is at the local pastry shop near my house which I visit every morning to buy freshly baked bread (they do make great bread and pastry). I’ve noticed in the past that they have a La Cimbali M32 2-group Bistro sitting behind the counter, and their grinder loaded with beans (of a brand I don’t even recall), which are obviously sitting in the hopper for ages. So I don’t expect much. But I go ahead and order a doppio. I walk out of the shop, take a sip, and dump it right away before I get in the car. Don’t blame them though, they couldn’t know or do better.
And I think ok, I am off to the Starbucks on the block next to the building where I work, perhaps it’s not that bad as I remember it was. The only thing I was pretty sure about is that in Starbucks a double espresso, is always a double ristretto, and when I enter I order a double lungo, hopping that I will get a proper doppio. Alas… you can’t even imagine what the girl preparing the coffee did: After pulling the shot (obviously pressing a button, nothing more), she takes the cup, puts it under the tap, and fills the cup (to a level she thought sufficient) with water. And serves me this abomination of an espresso! I didn’t know how to react. I begin imagining excuses, e.g. perhaps their super-automatics do not have the option to key-in a doppio lungo, or she doesn’t know how to, or what-ever. 2.5 euros they charge for that. I decide not to make a fuss about it, take the “black matter” and dump it right outside the shop.
I can’t think of shop open or capable to serve a decent coffee at the moment. Athens is no place for a coffee lover, especially in the mid-August when everyone is away in vacations. No coffee for me this morning…