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Whenever one orders Turkish coffee, it is necessary to state how one wishes to drink the beverage.

Invariably, I order my Kahvesi medium sweet. Not because I particularly like it that way. In fact, I don't even know precisely what my options are. The fact is, Sean Connery, in From Russia With Love, when asked by Kerem Bei's son how he took his coffee, replied suavely that he would prefer it medium sweet. And, therefore, so do I. Does this make me shallow?


2 Responses to “Medium Sweet”

  1. Anonymous j 

    Not at all shallow. Isn't that the same reason you take your martinis shaken, not stirred?

    ZMama and I had turkish coffee the other day; she had sweet and I had medium; we were both very surprised at how grainy it was. It reminded me of greek coffee, but nicer. Once you got used to or past the grain it was lovely.

    Coffee is different from one's home in places you wouldn't expect it to be different. We're all used to, by now, the ludicrously complex Starbucks rules for ordering; but it's the simple stuff that gets me. At home, almost anywhere you go, if you want a coffee, you say "coffee" and then you add your own milk and sugar. in NYC, there are all sorts of code words. I swear it's so they can remind the tourists that they don't really belong. The first time someone asked me if I wanted my coffee "white" I thought they wanted to know if I wanted the white girl or the black guy to make it.

  2. Anonymous j 

    Not at all shallow. Isn't that the same reason you take your martinis shaken, not stirred?

    ZMama and I had turkish coffee the other day; she had sweet and I had medium; we were both very surprised at how grainy it was. It reminded me of greek coffee, but nicer. Once you got used to or past the grain it was lovely.

    Coffee is different from one's home in places you wouldn't expect it to be different. We're all used to, by now, the ludicrously complex Starbucks rules for ordering; but it's the simple stuff that gets me. At home, almost anywhere you go, if you want a coffee, you say "coffee" and then you add your own milk and sugar. in NYC, there are all sorts of code words. I swear it's so they can remind the tourists that they don't really belong. The first time someone asked me if I wanted my coffee "white" I thought they wanted to know if I wanted the white girl or the black guy to make it.

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