The Ukrainian student loves everything about the US. Except for one thing that evokes something akin to sacred horror in her.
“It’s that thing they call coffee,” she says.
It’s true that pretty much nobody in the world understands the weird swill that passes for coffee in North America. I’ll be in Spain in a couple of weeks, and real coffee is what I anticipate the most.
It’s even worse in Canada. I remember staring at a cup of “coffee” in Canada and asking, “why, God, why? There must be a reason you permitted this abomination to come into existence but what can it be?”

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