So there I was, rolling around with some of the pictures in my phone when I came across a whole series of coffee pictures that I hadn't previously realized.
It wasn't that I didn't know they were there. It was that I didn't put much thought into them when I took the pictures, and after all this while for some of the pictures I don't actually remember just where I took them, or with who I met.
Still it is a bit of a waste to not treasure these pictures, so here they are, and let's see what of all these I can remember.
Okay, truth be told, none of them I remember.
I don't know where these cuppas I had.
I also don't know with whom I had.
Some of them were probably from coffee houses in random hotels where at different points in time I had meetings with an American-Italian client, his party, some of his partners, and our party. Being an Italian he was very insistent on the quality of his coffees and he always made sure everyone at the same table had one.
But which is which, which I drank at where, and which hotel, I don't know.
What is obvious, though, is that I used to take a lot of lattes or cappuccinos.
Nearly every cuppa here has beautiful latte art.
I don't take that many lattes now- the milk no longer gets to me- and in fact, unless I'm trying to cool down the system, or if there're aren't options, I don't even take coffee with milk or sugar anymore.
That being said, it's not that I don't remember every cup.
I remember the one with the 'abc'- that one I had at a coffee place somewhere on Balestier Road near the Whampoa side.
But I no longer remember which hotel.
It's a little strange how I don't even remember nor recognize most of the cups, save, again, for one.
The fourth cup, with the thick red handle.
It looks like one which Hong Kong-based Pacific Coffee used to serve their coffees in, but there aren't any more of those outlets in Singapore now, there haven't been any outlets in recent years (I think) and it wouldn't surprise me if this cup actually were from somewhere else.
You know, I'm thankful for all these coffees.
Not being the cafe culture type who spends money on coffees to people watch and pass the time, every cup means a prospect meeting, a business opportunity, something serious to discuss and talk on.
Every cup means money.
Of course, that doesn't mean I don't spend money on coffee for my own.
I'm not stinge like that.
I just happen to be very particular where I buy them from. At best I like them local- because, oy, support local and price wise they're gorgeously affordable.
Best part, I like them strong.
Depending, sometimes I like them sweet.
But importantly, I like them takeaway.
So here're two cups, one from Ya Kun, one from Hans, and yes, sipping from them little cup lids is my joy.
