Other people’s words about … coffee shops
Gerry sat down in an empty seat by the window and Stella went to the counter. Coffee places were so noisy. This one sounded like they were making the ‘Titanic’ rather than cups of coffee — the grinder going at maximum volume, screaming on and on — making enough coffee grounds for the whole of Europe while another guy was shooting steam through milk with supersonic hissing. A girl unpacked a dishwasher, clacking plates and saucers into piles. A third barista was banging the metal coffee-holder against the rim of the stainless steel bar to empty it — but doing it with such venom and volume that Gerry jumped at every strike. Talking was impossible. It was so bad he couldn’t even hear if there was muzak or not. And still the grinder went on and on trying to reduce a vessel of brown-black beans to dust. Stella had to yell her order.
Gerry looked out on to the square. Pigeons pecked and waddled after crumbs in between the green café tables and chairs. Stella eventually came to the table.
‘In the coffee shops of heaven they will not grind coffee beans,’ she said. ‘But coffee will be available.’
from ‘Midwinter Break’
by Bernard MacLaverty
Do you know the kind of coffee shop Bernard MacLaverty describes in the passage above? I do. I had to smile when I read his words. And then I found myself thinking that in the coffee shops of my heaven …
In my heaven, there will be tea shops, not coffee shops. They will sell loaves of sourdough, and slices of homemade everyday cake, and pots of tea made with malty assam tea leaves, left to brew so long that the tea turns toffee-brown.
And the baristas will pour the milk into my cup before they pour in the tea.
And fresh pots of tea will always be available.
And I’ll be able to drink cup after endless cup, because caffeine won’t have any effect on me …
2 thoughts on “The tea shop of heaven”
I love your version of heaven. 🙂
It’s a tea-drinker’s delight! 😉