Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Nescafé, clásico.

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.


  1. I remember the nescafe. I also remember the bakery around the corner and warm buñuelos every morning. A civilized culture even without a good stumptown roast. Ask Mama to import some for you.
    Hey, I just noticed the profile pic subcomandante.

  2. Interestingly, Nescafe is also big in Espania. I'm in Santiago De Compostella in Glacia which looks much like So Cal. Very freeking old, the Cathedral here, started in the 7th century, is the third holiest catholic site in the world. Thousands od pilgrams walk across Spain to visit it. The wait to enter this PM was 2 hours. No way I wait two hours to go o a catholic church!
    I did observe thousands of pilgrims trecking at 10-12 K/day to get here. Talk about Mecca...
    Spring has sprung her in Iberia, 30 C here today, flowers suddenly everywhere.

  3. When I moved to Paraguay I just replaced my coffee habit with Nescafe habit. That was until I had to jump off an Asuncion bus to avoid barfing on the person in front of me. After that I admitted that I could never truly be Paraguayan and loaded up several kilos expensive coffee every few months. No more barfing.