Call it a passing fit of masochism if you will, but today -- in a spirit of self-experimentation -- I decided to try a cup of *$ 'blonde roast' coffee. Where I was expecting a cup of boring and perhaps dilute coffee, what I got instead was a study in awfulness. Certainly, it lacked the overly roasty flavors that I've come to dislike in their darker roasts, but what I was presented with instead was a cup of mildly flavored coffee with a distinctly unpleasant, "green" streak of sourness that reminded me all too much of percolator coffees from the Bad Old Days. Perhaps it's just a reflection of the poor quality of the beans, but I honestly couldn't tell if it was arabica or robusta. So much for experimentation.
Mark Lipton
Mark Lipton