“Extra Hot”?

This morning I staked out Frog Hollow Farm
in the Ferry Building in an attempt to wake up before my shift.
Crashing through one of their amazingly delicate organic pear tartlets
and sipping a paper cup Blue Bottle organic coffee, I overheard someone ask for a cappucino “extra hot.”

I’m puzzled because I remember a scene on Friends (Sheesh! That makes two Friends
references in as many posts. Whatever. I stand before you unashamed)
when Rachel made fun of some cafe customer for their long and overly
fussy coffee order. The order ran something like “half-caf, double
tall, easy hazelnut, non-fat, no foam, with whip, extra hot latte,” and
I just figured that “extra hot” was another nail in the ridiculous
coffee coffin, because why would you want extra hot?  I mean,
isn’t coffee already hot enough? Did we learn nothing from McDonald’s?

I simply can’t imagine what extra hot would bring to a coffee. It makes
you sweat more…so…therefore you don’t need to go for a run
later…what? Or is it like certain kinds of tea where they are at
their best flavor when drunk in a scalding state?

It’s a pickle.

4 Comments so far

  1. Nicole Lee (unregistered) on June 18th, 2004 @ 4:01 am

    If I were the barista, I’d have put multiple shots of Louisiana Hot Sauce in that cappuccino. Now that’s Extra Hot, baby.

  2. Lazlo (unregistered) on June 18th, 2004 @ 9:48 am

    “Extra Hot” implies a greater-than-usual travel distance between the point of coffee purchase and the point of coffee consumption.

  3. Keckler (unregistered) on June 19th, 2004 @ 6:13 am

    Interesting. So, if coffee’s usually served at 190 degrees, what would be the temp of “extra hot” be? Boiling at 212?

  4. Gbird (unregistered) on June 20th, 2004 @ 2:19 am

    Who heats milk to 190 F as a matter of course? I am guilty of wanting my coffee (and my soup) hotter than it often arrives and request my caffe lattes at 180 F, which has occasionally provoked the objection that at that temperature the milk will be burnt (it is not). I’m slow, and don’t want to discard a drink after a few sips because it has cooled off. And I have never seen Friends but at as extra-hotter (or to be more precise, a 180 degree-er) take umbrage at being swept into the cultural gutter where swill the mocha, whipped cream, cinnamon, hazelnut, iced blended philistines among us.

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