When in Rome, do as the Romans do and when in Vancouver, do as the Vancouverites do, right? There is something that still strikes me every day and I didn’t quite understand it in the beginning but after almost a month in the city now, I happily join in.
At the bus stop, on the bus, when I enter the Skytrain and as I walk to work – they are everywhere. Tons of them! I’m talking about paper coffee cups and travel mugs and plastic containers of any kind – all symptoms of the coffee shop craziness in North America. The sheer abundance of coffee shops in this city is insane! Big player Starbucks on every other corner, Tim Hortons as the real Canadian (and cheaper) alternative, Waves, JJ Bean and hundreds of others compete every morning to serve thousands of guests who cannot live without their “Grande Triple Decaf Skinny Latte ”, “Extra Large Double Double” or just a regular black coffee. I should probably come up with the percentage of people on my way to work with a coffee in their hands. Will do so at some point.
For me as a European, I am used to getting my cappuccino at a cute little café and sipping it from a proper cup that is sitting on a saucer. I love how finely ground cocoa powder is drizzled on top of fluffy milk foam and slowly melts and blends with the sugar I pour in. I love it to use a spoon to scoop the sweet foam off the coffee even before I start drinking it. I love spending time on a cup of coffee. On a typical morning in Vancouver, I would wait in line, order, pay, add milk, put the lid on top and drink it on my way to work. Only today when I spilled my small Timmies coffee on the train, I realized I have subconsciously adapted to the coffee culture over here. It’s definitely about time to go and buy a decent cup of cappuccino and enjoy it Europe style. No kidding.
If anyone wants to join me for that, just let me know. 🙂