I have measured out my life in coffee spoons

[venta]

Popping upstairs for my morning toast-and-evil, I fell into conversation with a couple of colleagues. One of them tells me that the French refer to American coffee as jus de chaussettes (or "sock juice").

I like this phrase, and may adopt it. Not for American coffee, which I have no particular opinion on, but bad coffee in general.

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[chron-job.livejournal.com]

> the French refer to American coffee as
> jus de chaussettes (or "sock juice").

Sigh.

Next time I'll have to bring over some beans and my coffee press.

I wonder if all this critique of American taste is actually a cunning plan to get us to always bring food stuffs.

-= Me.

p.s. If you want REAL Sock Juice, try Valerian Root tea. It definitely tastes like diluted dirty feet.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Hullo, you back in the land of the living, then ? (ie recovered from jetlag, it's not that I think Europe is the land of the dead).

And I never dissed American coffee. I don't really drink coffee any more these days :(

Anyway: rant in return. What foodstuffs can't we do properly ? And have you scared people with your tales of sweetcorn on pizza yet ?

[chron-job.livejournal.com]

> recovered from jetlag

Yepper! I had one day (Saturday) of being too sleepy to stay up past 8:00 pm (preventing me from seeing the gang at Faces) but it's all back to normal now.

> I never dissed American coffee

Yes. And a good thing too! :)

> I don't really drink coffee any more these days

I have a 'french' press, an espresso machine, and my own grinder. Most of my days start off with 4 shots of espresso in half a glass of iced chocolate milk... with various cups of catch-as-catch-can throughout the day.

When I hear the phrase "drip coffee", I assume someone is talking about a hanging brew-filled transfusion bag, to supply caffeinated goodness directly to the blood stream :)

> return rant

Alas, I am rant-less. Everything was excelent.... though I still think fish and chips are not so much a meal, as an efficient grease delivery system.

I can't even complain about the Chicken Vindaloo Balti that I couldn't quite finish. Ya can't blame the food for the fact that I'm a big, soft, wussy-boy.

> Sweet Corn on Pizza

When I related this odd and strange behavior to some friends here in the States, I was informed that it's not so rare over here either... though it's more a Northern thing. I just never ate pizza with Yankees before.

[venta.livejournal.com]

I can't even complain about the Chicken Vindaloo Balti that I couldn't quite finish. Ya can't blame the food for the fact that I'm a big, soft, wussy-boy.

:)

I've been led to believe that _corpse_, while living in Chicago, reassured a waiter who was trying to persuade him not to order a vindaloo with the words "it's all right, I'm British".

[http://users.livejournal.com/_corpse_/]

American-Indian did seem to be generally milder yet more tangy that British-Indian.

Still nice though.

Mmm... Chicken Jalfrezi... mmmmnnnngngnhhh...