nasty coffee

One thing that has been sub-optimal about this week is the nasty coffee. The OOPSLA “coffee breaks” really should be called “mop water breaks.” It’s such awful stuff. Actually, it doesn’t even taste like weak coffee. It might really be hot mop water. I didn’t expect it to be good, but I didn’t expect to have to drink twelve cups just to get a buzz when I’m too lazy to look around for something else. The coffee at the Couche Tard in the underground is better, which sure isn’t saying much. Thankfully (I thought), there’s a Van Houtte with espresso not too far away from le palais: I stopped in looking for salvation the other day only to get a funky, luke-warm latte. Sigh. I have Friday morning to myself so hopefully I’ll run across something decent then. Until then, my fix will have to wait.