No, not
that kind of drink. I'm talking coffee. Well, not coffee anymore. I've graduated. Just yesterday while I was in Georgetown I stumbled upon a little coffee shop and I was instantly reminded of Costa Rica. Mind you, Costa Rica is known for their coffee plantations (and, in effect, their espresso) and I took serious advantage of that fact while I was there. I remember waking up every morning to the delicious aroma of espresso brewing in this strange metal contraption on the stove. And my first time seeing it I just thought it was a glorified teapot. But no. It was something much better.
The Bialetti Moka Espresso Maker. When Sarah explained to me how the Italian made piece of heavenly machinery worked, I quickly became an expert and was churning out three, sometimes four, pots of espresso every day. The maker comes in all different sizes (seriously - 1, 3, 6, 9 shots - probably more). I, myself, purchased a 6 shot maker just yesterday at that little shop. And this morning, I put on my big girl pants and brewed myself some Costa Rican espresso in a designer Italian maker. It just felt like a New York thing to do.
