●GYUI～N
That sound is sometimes the wake-up call for me.
My wife turns on the coffee machine which is the third machine in my house, so we could use each the coffee machine for about 7 or 8years
And it starts grinding the coffee beans and then makes sounds noisy.
When I often talk about the coffee, it tells to ask where someone is.
It was my sophomore year in university when I met the coffee for real.
After I enjoyed tennis with my friends in ARIAKE tennis coat, we went to Shibuya with my friend’s red sports car made by Matsuda Motors.
And we went into the coffee shop, named Café VESTA at UDAGAWA-CHO in Shibuya.
When I was a university student, there were Colorado , Coffee-KAN and so on well known as coffee shop and were no Starbucks and no Tarry‘s in those days.
The atmosphere in coffee shops is suit for tobacco and that smoke then.
There was Café VESTA in the first basement of Oak village building at UDAGAWA-CHO in Shibuya. And it made me relax and gave me quiet world in Tokyo such as babel city.
There was also a master likes mountain hermits and his name was MR.IMAMURA, and I has a little tense feeling for him.
“What do you drink? “ Master said.
I looked at the drink menu , but I didn’t know “Mild” and “French”written in menu.
Off course those were coffee menu, for example French was strong coffee.
But there was only a black tea remorsefully, and I thought the shop said “this is coffee shop! And drink without something” That is self assertiveness of the coffee shop.
“How about bitter one?”
The mater asked to me who did not know the menu and what I had to drink.
“Oh I don’t like bitter one .but“ I said.
“Ok! You may drink Mild” the master decided the coffee I should drink.
Then the master brought the coffee named Mild to my table.
The coffee looked pure and dark brown which I had never seen before.
It was very high quality and expensive, because it cost 450yen then when it was 20years ago.
I drank the coffee “mild” but it was too bitter for me to drink without milk and sugar (with “black” is the same meaning?)
When I finished drinking the coffee, suddenly the master said that you should not drink it with black and you could drink as you liked.
I asked master why he knew that I did not like coffee with black.
Off course I did not say anything about my way of drinking coffee.
But why it is?
“Because when you finished drinking coffee, you swang the coffee cup as if there were some sugar at the bottom of the cup. That is why I think that you always drink a coffee with sugar and milk.”
The master said.
“You bet!” was my reply.
“But Coffee is rich in fiber, so it is sometimes good for you to drink with milk or sugar.” The master said.
From then!
I have drunk the coffee with black, without milk and sugar for 20 years.
And there is not café VESTA in Shibuya now, and I don’t know where the mater is.
I sometimes remember the scene above and want to meet him.
That sound is sometimes the wake-up call for me.
My wife turns on the coffee machine which is the third machine in my house, so we could use each the coffee machine for about 7 or 8years
And it starts grinding the coffee beans and then makes sounds noisy.
When I often talk about the coffee, it tells to ask where someone is.
It was my sophomore year in university when I met the coffee for real.
After I enjoyed tennis with my friends in ARIAKE tennis coat, we went to Shibuya with my friend’s red sports car made by Matsuda Motors.
And we went into the coffee shop, named Café VESTA at UDAGAWA-CHO in Shibuya.
When I was a university student, there were Colorado , Coffee-KAN and so on well known as coffee shop and were no Starbucks and no Tarry‘s in those days.
The atmosphere in coffee shops is suit for tobacco and that smoke then.
There was Café VESTA in the first basement of Oak village building at UDAGAWA-CHO in Shibuya. And it made me relax and gave me quiet world in Tokyo such as babel city.
There was also a master likes mountain hermits and his name was MR.IMAMURA, and I has a little tense feeling for him.
“What do you drink? “ Master said.
I looked at the drink menu , but I didn’t know “Mild” and “French”written in menu.
Off course those were coffee menu, for example French was strong coffee.
But there was only a black tea remorsefully, and I thought the shop said “this is coffee shop! And drink without something” That is self assertiveness of the coffee shop.
“How about bitter one?”
The mater asked to me who did not know the menu and what I had to drink.
“Oh I don’t like bitter one .but“ I said.
“Ok! You may drink Mild” the master decided the coffee I should drink.
Then the master brought the coffee named Mild to my table.
The coffee looked pure and dark brown which I had never seen before.
It was very high quality and expensive, because it cost 450yen then when it was 20years ago.
I drank the coffee “mild” but it was too bitter for me to drink without milk and sugar (with “black” is the same meaning?)
When I finished drinking the coffee, suddenly the master said that you should not drink it with black and you could drink as you liked.
I asked master why he knew that I did not like coffee with black.
Off course I did not say anything about my way of drinking coffee.
But why it is?
“Because when you finished drinking coffee, you swang the coffee cup as if there were some sugar at the bottom of the cup. That is why I think that you always drink a coffee with sugar and milk.”
The master said.
“You bet!” was my reply.
“But Coffee is rich in fiber, so it is sometimes good for you to drink with milk or sugar.” The master said.
From then!
I have drunk the coffee with black, without milk and sugar for 20 years.
And there is not café VESTA in Shibuya now, and I don’t know where the mater is.
I sometimes remember the scene above and want to meet him.
