The gate communities may not be flourishing on the road by the coast and its illustrious parallel thoroughfare further inland but The Man from Madras Musings can tell you what appear to be flourishing – coffee shops. All along the two roads (Exasperatingly Congested and Only Motorcars Roads) several of these establishments have come up. And all of them promise a variety of coffee that claims to have a certification from a once-educational town down south, better known during British times for mendacity.
When MMM says several he is perhaps understating the numbers quite a bit. There is on an average one coffee shop for every car that drives down these highways. Everyone of these is advertised with the tumbler and its counterpart. But what MMM is not sure of is the quality of the coffee offered at many of these places. After all, what is a degree from a particular town for coffee? Does that town have any monopoly over mocha? Not so, MMM would imagine. And at least the coffee that he stopped to have at a couple of these outlets left him with a feeling that its quality can only be described as third degree. The milk was watery, the decoction weak and probably left in the rain. He reflected that the degree claimed was perhaps quite in keeping with that town’s reputation in the days of the Raj.
Not that old-timers from that temple town would agree. Their town was ill-used by the erstwhile masters, they allege, and assure us that they are made of the same degree of grey as people anywhere in the State. While tending to agree with them, MMM has to say that the degree coffee will perhaps only go to reinforce that old opinion. If MMM were from the town, he would have long ago issued a statement of denial and wrongful usage of name.
MMM, however, may be in a minority. All along his drive south he saw car after car drawing up at several of these outlets to part with cash for the weak brown liquid. And most appeared to go away satisfied. Perhaps the awareness of what makes good coffee is long gone. Coffee, as we knew it is dead, long live the Degree Coffee.
Nice post. The best coffee I ever had outside of home was the ‘degree coffee’ at Triplicane Cafe in the 1960s.
good morning sir !!! have a nice day !!
once upon a time in my Native town Kumbakonam (I proudly say that I am a kumbakonian !!!) hotels they served degree coffee !!! without water pure cows milk. they tested the milk quality by a instrument– they monitored/scaled with a meter. the quality of the thickness n milks purity is measured by a instrument n that is called degree !!! coffee powder also so much quality to the highest rank. there is no deviation. they dont re-boil the milk. only one time they heat the milk. then n there they mix the double strong flavoured decotion add sugar into the boiled milk.thats all the coffee is sooo refreshing !!!
now all the NH Road side coffee shops all are bogus one !!! all cheating the public !!!
thank u for your constant spl editions !!!
keep it up !!! thanks a lot !!!
with best wishes
radha
summA irungANum sol vallavarE, SrIrAmarE!
kummANathArE vandu solliviTTArE–pinnE?
suga vAsigaL, suvai aRindavar ten kAviriyAr–
miga virivAi sonnArE, ivai veRum pOligaL enRum?
anda nALilirundu idu uNDE? Made ‘as’ in England
enap poDi ezhuthil pOTTu viTRavai ethanai, pOm!
lAlAkkaDai enRum thalaippAgai enRum–inRum
AlAip paRakkum makkaLukkup parimARum uru mARigaL!
vITTilE kiDaikkum digiri kAppiyaik kUDiyum–
Illai, kumbakONam pOm!
pazaiyadum kIraiyum nam paddathi–uyar
paNDa suvai aRiya, aRu suvayiin uyarvaRiya–a
kaNDa kAviriyin suTRup puRam pOm!
Kidding, of course. You are a self -proclaimed Madras Man after all 😉
Arasi! Hats off 2 ur pandityam. That was something 2 treasure
nanRi 😉