LoveMyPeppermill
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There are only two places I've ever had coffee that I've even sort of liked.
One was the café au lait at the Café du Monde in New Orleans, where the brew is half milk, part chicory, and heavily sweetened.
The other, oddly enough, was the main train station in Chennai (then still called Madras in English). I had taken an overnight train there from Mysore via Bangalore, and I needed some caffeine, and for some reason nobody seemed to be selling tea in that station, only coffee.
Of course, I did ultimately have tea other places in town, but I noticed that, at least back then, coffee was very much dominant over tea in Chennai, something which I didn't find true even in other places in Tamil Nadu, let alone other places in the rest of India.
One was the café au lait at the Café du Monde in New Orleans, where the brew is half milk, part chicory, and heavily sweetened.
The other, oddly enough, was the main train station in Chennai (then still called Madras in English). I had taken an overnight train there from Mysore via Bangalore, and I needed some caffeine, and for some reason nobody seemed to be selling tea in that station, only coffee.
Of course, I did ultimately have tea other places in town, but I noticed that, at least back then, coffee was very much dominant over tea in Chennai, something which I didn't find true even in other places in Tamil Nadu, let alone other places in the rest of India.
