Wotcher,
Nothing screams futurist fascism like a Moka pot or espresso machine. Daily in Australia workers worship at the black face of the failed Italian revolution like socialist workers forced to drink a double shot castor oil soy latte. The aesthetics of pressure coffee are the aesthetics of early 20th century Italy. I will leave it for the non pessimist to suggest a world of Gramsci’s coffee diaries.
Italy was well placed with coffee as a skilled working class commodity coming late, pressure vessels being readily available, and industrialisation and nationalisation late also. The convergence over-determined in someways the cappuccino. But why not elsewhere?
Pressure coffee is such a viable joy that should it be pioneered in Dublin, Glasgow, Oporto or Belgrade it should succeed and bring its stylings with it on its success?
Where else could I get a doppio?
Yours,
Sam R.
Nothing screams futurist fascism like a Moka pot or espresso machine. Daily in Australia workers worship at the black face of the failed Italian revolution like socialist workers forced to drink a double shot castor oil soy latte. The aesthetics of pressure coffee are the aesthetics of early 20th century Italy. I will leave it for the non pessimist to suggest a world of Gramsci’s coffee diaries.
Italy was well placed with coffee as a skilled working class commodity coming late, pressure vessels being readily available, and industrialisation and nationalisation late also. The convergence over-determined in someways the cappuccino. But why not elsewhere?
Pressure coffee is such a viable joy that should it be pioneered in Dublin, Glasgow, Oporto or Belgrade it should succeed and bring its stylings with it on its success?
Where else could I get a doppio?
Yours,
Sam R.