Gourmet Coffee Pulp Fiction の小説・ストーリー

Arlo There’s a place called Bean Fiend’s Grind on the corner of Kelm and Etta street, and I don’t trust it. The sign has a demonic goat sipping coffee, and the chalkboard outside says soul-roasted espresso. That’s not a metaphor I’m comfortable with. Scarlett pushes a cup into my hand anyway. “Try it,” she says, watching me like she already knows the answer. I eye the cup suspiciously. It’s too small to be proper coffee and it has art on top. Some kind of leaf or heart or flaming chicken, I can’t tell. Coffee shouldn’t be used as a canvas.

He spoke sardonically with a smile. If Sophia had the right to kill a person without going to prison, she would have murdered Saul long ago. Such was her irate upon him. “Here is your coffee and it's perfect, just according to your taste. No sugar, two teaspoons of freshly ground coffee beans and half cup of water.” Saul moved forward and took a sip. “Hmm, good you learned how to make coffee.” Sophia was on top of the world because it was the first time Saul spoke something positive about her. But the happiness didn't last even more than a minute.

“Yeah, I just told them to make it disgusting.” I roll my eyes. “Still drinking it black like the real macho man you are? Or wait, don’t tell me, you and your tech-bro buddies drink fair trade coffee blended with organic butter.” He narrows his eyes at me. “No, I prefer that coffee made from elephant dung. It’s a delicacy.” “Only you would think drinking shit is a delicacy.”

Then I groaned when I remembered the pending interview I was to give a prissy model from an equally prissy fashion house. I mentally opened Romanov and crammed the fudging snob into it.

A culinary expert could produce nothing greater. The rich aroma of the blend of the stew, warm rolls and dark roasted coffee encouraged the juices in his stomach to come to life. He was hungry. With nothing more to do, he sat down to enjoy his mid-day fare. He’d barely sopped the last of the broth from the bowl with his roll before his eyes grew heavy. He gulped down the last of his coffee and made his way to the cot. Within a matter of a few seconds, he was fast asleep. ****

Celia came to her senses. Just then, Norah got up, pretending to worry about Nicole. “Stop talking if you know nothing, Nicole. They often drink coffee.” Norah was convinced that Nicole was lying. Those who knew nothing would think that what Norah said was more believable. After all, how many times did a country girl drink coffee? Right then, a magnetic voice came. “Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.”

"Many say that this coffee is the tastiest and most expensive in the cafe and I want to give it to you as a token of thanks, Ms. Pujha." A proud smile graced Pujha's lips and she held out her hand. Audrey handed her a coffee cup, but instead of giving it to Pujha, she splashed the contents of the cup in Pujha's face. Everyone gasped, seeing Pujha covered in the dark brown liquid. Her hair, face, clothes, even her pastel colored shoes, soon turned brown and dirty with coffee grounds. Pujha screamed loudly. "D*mn! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I watched the smoke disappear, and I questioned myself, Did I just wake up from a dream inside another dream? In front of me is a round wooden dining table covered with black glossy paint. I notice how the other chair is stuck out from the table. There is a small black cup of coffee prepared on top of the table. The smoke which came from the cup smelled of roasted coffee. The smell is so alluring that it makes me hold the cup which is still warm. I watch how the tiny bubbles float on the surface of the coffee. I Slowly sip from the cup of coffee, too much creamer, I thought.

“We didn’t?—” “Coffee?” he interrupts, setting his briefcase on the table before grabbing the pot, which none of us have touched yet, off the far counter. Though the basket of individually wrapped muffins and stack of oranges and bananas are tempting, my guts are too unruly to handle food. “These are freshly ground beans from Sea Glass. Amazing stuff, you have to try it.” I give Adriana a squinty glance. She cringes, mouthing, He can be oblivious, sorry, at me. Turning in my chair, I flash a tense smile at Jonah.