In the line of duty, we who work at Irving Farm are occasionally sent to the far reaches of civilization in pursuit of our coffee passions. Here’s a dispatch from Josh Littlefield, who came upon a highly unusual specimen while traveling this week.
Origin: Gas station, northeast corner of Tennessee.
Tasting notes: Essence of scrapings from crusty cappuccino cups from bus tubs all across America, potato chips soaked in airy milk foam, chemical cinnamon.
When I ate the first Lay’s Cappuccino chip in front of the gas station attendant, she asked me if I was alright and if I wanted to trade them for something else.
Also, I was offended that there was no latte art on the chips or in the bottom of the bag as the packaging has advertised.
If you don’t believe me try for yourself but I wouldnt wish this evil upon any of you.
Have a great week,