“I can’t go a day w/o my sunshine(?)”
(Downed: shot, cuppa clover’d Bolivian “Anjilanaka”)
LOS ANGELES — I never planned on going back today.
I’ve never watched “LA Story” from start to finish in any condition to judge it, but I did gather something about highway traffic signs guiding Steve Martin’s life (I’ll look pretty stupid if this isn’t the case.) The cool thing about this town is that, indeed, the state of traffic can change your fate…often for the worse.
In this case, a jam on the 110-N back to Glendale kept me from going home and sent me instead up the 101 toward Hollywood and into the loving arms of the Carrerras (BONUS BUZZ COVERAGE BELOW!!) and their carne asada taco/burrito two-fer. Riding high from this magic, I decided it would be in good taste to scamper over to Intelligentsia’s friendly confines for a shot/cup/cookie. With a quick order from Benji for an iced delivery, the die was cast.
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shot
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Service: New crew I hadn’t seen before. Same ‘tude that we’ve grown to love.
Look: Check out that shockwave in the middle, der.
Long Story Short: I’m starting to thing of these shots in three main stages. Then the look, then the after. So the first taste wasn’t as great as I’ve been used to (yesterday’s was seriiiooooosssely good start to finish). Bit harsh. (Right, **** me, I get it.) Then it came back surprisingly strong in the middle and finished in the middle of the pack. It looked awesome. And it had a decent afterglow. I’d still put it in the bottom 10 percent of what comes out of this store, but that is still in the top 10 percent of everything I’ve ever had. **** me, I get it.
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Anjilanaka – Bolivia (read all about it)
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LSS: It’s hard for me to really judge these things because I’m (a) kind of an idiot and (b) blown out from a shot when I taste it because I just can’t justify not getting one prior to a cup of coffee, which may or may not be a sin depending on which city/person/cloud you happen to be under the influence of. As always with the Intellgentsia Clover offerings, it was clean and light. It tasted much less “tea” like this time around, which I’m guessing means it tasted less fruity. This tasted more like light and smooth coffee the way I grew up with it. At this moment in my life, it’s just not POW enough. It’s not you, it’s me.
