There’s a lot to sing about when it comes to Maui, as these dogs know. One song-worthy thing is Maui coffee. No joke.
Of course, we know that coffee is a no-no for dogs, as is anything containing caffeine. But that doesn’t mean they can’t sing a sweet song about longing for coffee, right?
I didn’t have to think twice when girlfriend invited me to return to her Maui place last month. We’d gone in August and had the best time doing nothing! The thought of doing nothing again in beautiful Maui was irresistible. I had my ticket in about four minutes.
We really weren’t interested in touristing, just relaxing, hot tubbing and getting massage. But we did step out one day to Maui Tropical Plantation. Her brother had mentioned that they had terrific coffee, and we wanted to see if we agreed.
Most people know the plantation for its tram ride around the property, where tourists can learn how sugar cane and pineapple grow. Or for its zip line. But we weren’t interested in either one of those events. Although maybe we should have: the last sugar cane plantation on Maui will be shut down soon. But that day, we had a different agenda.
We wanted some good coffee.
This was our greeting upon arrival at the little coffee house. It was still morning and a good cup of coffee would make us happy.
We could have bought coffee beans. They were displayed in the coffee house and in the gift shop.
But instead we ordered a cup of the bean of our choice, hand-poured by this sweet barista, whom, we discovered, was from my part of New York state. We chatted her up a bit, in no hurry. After all, we were in Maui. A few others were in line behind us but they, too, waited patiently. Perhaps they knew that the coffee was worth the wait.
While we waited we noticed some antique coffee grinders.
In contrast with the big grinder of today: the scale of the grinder is different and the machinery is more sophisticated. But the concept is the same.
I ordered a dark roast and we stepped out on the patio to enjoy our coffee. My dark roast tasted milder than expected. I’m fairly sure that’s because the hundreds of burnt-tasting Starbucks coffees I’ve had over the years have affected my taste buds so that I don’t notice the beautiful nuances in a fine cup of java.
If I lived in Maui, I’d only drink their finely-crafted coffees and in time, my palate would learn to appreciate and differentiate the flavors.
I’m not so sure Starbucks has done my palate any favors. You?