Look, Rob is fine-tuning my coffee order. More foam this time, nice and hot, although it was a liiittle too milky. I’m not really very sophisticated in my coffee preferences, though. I prefer an Americano over drip coffee. I like a splash of milk and definitely no sugar, but I almost always drink decaf (GASP!). I’m one of those weirdos who isn’t addicted to caffeine; I can drink a caffeinated soda here and there, but regular coffee makes my stomach hurt. I like how it tastes, though. In fact, as extra evidence towards my coffee wrongheadedness, I enjoy diner decaf — fairly mild and probably pretty weak. Not quite one little bucket of creamer per mugful.
The one exception is when I’m in Germany (it’s been a while now, sadly). Then I will happily drink 99-cent cups of bitter, regular coffee. I occasionally drink caffeinated coffee here, like when I’m moments away from a basket full of hot aebleskivers, and there’s no other option (at Rutabaga Days in Askov). Otherwise, it’s decaf for me, and I don’t care what sort of coffee snobs find out about it.