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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Truism: Every time I am in Mexico, I will eventually find myself drinking Nescafé. Usually, this is because I have procrastinated buying or brewing more barely-drinkable beans. Pobrecito México, so many lovely coffee beans, so few people who know how to roast them... The last few days I haven't been able to make it to the Zapatista store to buy the only moderately-drinkable coffee I have found in Zac. So, Nescafé it is. Even though this would seem like a strange hell for the discerning coffee addict, I actually don't mind. The label improbably claims that it is "100% café puro," but Nescafé doesn't taste like coffee. It tastes like México.