Published on: 08 May 19:00

Yesterday I was passing through an airport cafe in Adelaide and ordered an espresso. The barista apologised and told me the machine was broken. I stared at the oodles of unground coffee beans stored in the cafe's bean grinder. My noggin's cognitive concreting gave one final spark before caffeine drought brain death blah. On a whim I asked him if I could just simply eat the beans directly.

He stared at me for three seconds, then laughed, and gave me an espresso shot of whole beans plus water to wash it down.

I stared at it for 27 years, then got chewing. Genuinely not bad! Unpleasant, sure, but when you really think about it, isn't all espresso?

I attempted to pay, and he refused to accept a cent, saying witnessing me chowing down was one of the biggest and most joyous laughs he'd had in ages, and never in a million years had he thought anyone would ever attempt eating whole beans with zero prep like that. On the house mate.

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