A graduate student’s grand café experiment
It all starts with the coffee machine. I stand awkwardly to the side, phone in one hand, watching my benefactor twist knobs and buttons on the sleek hunk of metal that looks like something out of the inside of my roommate’s car. There is a trickle of espresso; a scream of pressurized steam into frothing milk. When the milk is finally poured, with a flourish, into the cup of espresso...