We had various coffee-based drinks at the Sirenis la Salina resort in Varadero, Cuba, during our Xmas vacation, and they were all good. We ordered from the 24-hour café four or five times a day and sampled every drink available. One of my favourites was an alcoholic coffee not on the menu simply called Spanish Coffee, essentially coffee with rum. Cuban rum is so sweet, though, it’s not at all a bitter drink. It’s pleasant.
We bought two bags of coffee from the small shop on the resort, a bag of beans and a bag of ground coffee. The beans were disappointing when we tried them at home. The flavour was nothing special and the coffee always seemed weak no matter how we brewed it.
We didn’t have high expectation for the ground coffee (we normally only buy beans), so we left it on the shelf as a backup coffee. When we finally got around to sampling it, though, it was delicious. A deep rich flavour, but not burnt like many dark roasted coffees. The best coffee we’ve ever tasted is a locally-made blend called East Coast Roast, but this cheap ground coffee from Cuba is easily the second best. I couldn’t find a website for it, but it’s called La Indiana. If you happen to visit the Sirenis la Salina resort, this is the one to bring home with you.
More posts about our trip to Cuba are filed under Varadero.
My grandfather used to eat toast dipped in tea for breakfast. He had no teeth.
Today I dipped my buttered toast in coffee. I have all my teeth.
Speaking of my grandfather, who’s dead but was a memorable character:
– He had no teeth and didn’t wear dentures.
– He was missing 3 or 4 fingers.
– He often ate food straight from the can, unheated.
– He used to work in the lumber industry in the middle of Newfoundland, which accounts for his missing fingers and liking of cold food.
– His remaining fingers were stained puke yellow from smoking all his life, but he stopped cold-turkey a few years before he died.
– He could drink a bottle of beer in one swig.
– He was a phenomenal spoon player (from what I remember as a kid).
– He wore 1-piece long johns (union suit) as underwear – the kind that cover you from the neck down to your ankles and had a flap covering your ass.
– He was incredibly strong.
In An Americano With an Extra Shot of Guilt, Please, Darren Barefoot observes the hypocrisy of a coffee shop, which he sums up nicely:
We’re entirely comfortable selling you an environmentally insensitive product, but want you to feel guilty about giving us your money. Plus, [as filmgoer juan points out on Flickr] we’ve been unwilling or unable to find a more sustainable source for cups.
It hints at the corporate strategies Naomi Klein outlined in her books – anything for the almighty buck.
After making my coffee this morning, I put the cream in the cupboard and sugar in the fridge.
Have you done anything silly in the morning, before you’re fully awake?
I recently bought a bag of organic fair trade coffee beans from Bolivia. $11.60 for a 500g, which is cheap for quality coffee beans. It’s the best coffee I’ve had in a long time. A smooth, medium roast. I drink it with cream and I love it. I’ve paid as much as $35 for Jamaican Blue Mountain, but that’s an over-rated and over-priced coffee. I’ve had coffee just as good for a third the price (in Canadian dollars). So I was wondering…
What’s your favourite coffee? Any recommendations?