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| Café con leche |
Let me begin by pointing out that I’m an avid tea drinker. I love myself a simple cup of Assam tea, a little milk and some honey. However, the coffee here is just so damn good that it’s become a ritual that’s been happening a few times a day. I’m not sure if it’s socially acceptable, but I often find myself running my finger along the sides of my cup to get every last bit of flavor. Afterwards I then want to eat my index finger every time.
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| Café |
We headed back to the city after visiting the Virgen de la Regla cathedral. Walking with a local resident through Havana Vieja, we decided to stop for a coffee break. Trying to find coffee that could be purchased with the local Peso, we wandered through alleyways, through the Plaza de la Catedral and along part of the Malecón seawall. Our search was in vain. We did find a cafeteria that took local Pesos, but they were out of coffee. Another stand had coffee that you could purchase with the local Peso, but the machine was broken. What does this mean? I think the deeper ramifications speak volumes. In a country that produces the best coffee in the world, it’s hard for locals to purchase coffee within or near this area that has a high traffic of tourists. Imagine if local residents of the SF Bay Area could only purchase coffee for 16 times the price in the Financial District, South of Market and North Beach neighborhoods. That’s what it would be like, except the scenario is much worse. It’s quite disturbing and a bit distorted, as are many things here. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.
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| Latte |
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| Cortadito |
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