Ananth

Coffee is one of those grown-up things I never acquired a taste for. I like tea, and hot chocolate, and chai, and if you put a super sweet Starbucks coffee in front of me there's a 50/50 chance I'll like it, but when it comes to real, manly, black coffee, I have to bow my head to Yuko. She and her roommates like their coffee hard (well, compared to me) ... Yuko drinks hers with milk and a little bit of sugar, John puts in a lot of sugar and some chocolate syrup, and Conrad just drinks it black. There's a hierarchy there, and Conrad is at the top and I am at the bottom. Coffee is just too bitter for me ... but it smells great. I love standing in the aisle at the grocery store so I can inhale, and the smell of fresh coffee in the morning is something I'm pretty fond of. I just can't abide drinking it ... Yuko has tried and tried again, but the reality is that if the coffee is even a little strong, my face scrunches up in distaste. If it's especially strong I'll get a headache, which is kind of strange. My lame lineup up of palatable coffee or coffee-styled products from Starbucks: 

Vanilla Frappucino
Iced Chai Latte
Caramel Machiatto

That's pretty much it. When winter rolls around I drink hot chocolate when everyone else has tea. We recently bought a bottle of hazelnut syrup, which tastes so good in the hot chocolate. In fact, I think I'll go make some now ...