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The Coffee Culture in the USA
by: Remko de Knikker
It wasn't until I moved to the US that I started drinking coffee
regularly and became what they call in the Netherlands a 'koffieleut',
which translates literally into ‘coffee socialite.’ Although the
average European drinks more coffee per year than the average
American, the cultural importance and its effects on the average
European seems to me smaller than that on the average American.
After all, coffee is a cultural obsession in the United States.
Chains with thousands of branches like Dunkin' Donuts or
Starbucks dominate US daily street life. Especially in the morning
(90% of coffee consumed in the US is in the morning), millions of
white foamy cups with boldly imprinted pink and orange logos bob
across the streets in morning rush hour and on the train. Coffee
drive-ins are a saving grace for the rushing army of helmeted and
tattooed construction workers. During lunch break, men and women in
savvy business suits duck into coffee shops.
Students chill out from early afternoon till late evening on
comfy couches at coffee lounges around campus. Police officers
clutch coffee cups while guarding road construction sites on the
highway. In short, coffee drinkers in the United States can be found
just about anywhere you go.
This mass-psychotic ritual causes Americans to associate Europe
above all with cars that oddly do not contain cup holders (to an
American this is like selling a car without tires), or with the
unbelievably petite cups of coffee European restaurants serve, so
small that my father-in-law had to always order two cups of coffee.
It is my strongest conviction that the easily agitated and obsessed
nature of the ‘New Englander’ can be blamed on the monster-size cups
of coffee they consume. Not without reason is the word 'coffee'
derived from the Arab 'qahwa' meaning ‘that which prevents sleep.’
Arabs have cooked coffee beans in boiling water since as far back as
the 9th century and drank the stimulating extract as an alternative
to the Muslims’ forbidden alcohol.
These days coffee is second only to oil as the most valuable
(legally) traded good in the world with a total trade value of $70
billion. Interestingly, only $6 billion reaches coffee producing
countries. The remaining $64 billion is generated as surplus value
in the consumption countries. Small farmers grow 70% of world coffee
production. They mainly grow two kinds of coffee beans: Arabica and
Robusta. About 20 million people in the world are directly dependent
on coffee production for their subsistence.
Table 1: production in 2002/3
country % 70% Arabica
30% Robusta
Brasil 42.03% Arab/Rob
Colombia 8.88% Arabica
Vietnam 8.35% Robusta
Indonesia 4.89% Rob/Arab
India 3.74% Arab/Rob
Mexico 3.54% Arabica
Guatemala 3.1% Arab/Rob
Uganda 2.53% Rob/Arab
Ethiopia 2.44% Arabica
Peru 2.24% Arabica
Table 2: consumption in 2001/2world consumption % kg per capita
(2001)
USA 30.82% Finland 11.01
Germany 15.07% Sweden 8.55
Japan 11.47% Denmark 9.71
France 8.89% Norway 9.46
Italy 8.59% Austria 7.79
Spain 4.90% Germany 6.90
Great-Brittain 3.63% Switzerland 6.80
the Netherlands 2.69% the Netherlands 6.48
Although the consumption of coffee per capita in the world is
decreasing (in the US alone it decreased from 0.711 liter in 1960 to
0.237 liter presently), world consumption is still increasing due to
the population explosion. Considering that coffee consists of either
1% (Arabica), 2% (Robusta) or 4.5%-5.1% (instant coffee) caffeine,
the average American consumes at least 200 to 300mg (the recommended
maximum daily amount) of caffeine a day through the consumption of
coffee alone.
The place I frequent to down a cup of coffee is the Starbucks in
Stamford, Connecticut. The entrance can be found on the corner of
Broad Street and Summer Street, to the left to the main public
library with its plain pediment and slim Ionic columns. The location
right next to the library harmonizes with Starbuck’s marketing plan.
At the entrance of the coffee shop a life-size glass window curves
around to the left, providing superb voyeuristic views of
pedestrians on the sidewalk. As you enter, you step directly into
the living room area with stacked bookshelves against the back wall.
Velvet armchairs face each other with small coffee tables in the
middle, creating intimate seating areas. The velvet chairs near the
window are the prime seats, which people unfortunate to score a
wooden chair prey upon. At the back of the long rectangular room is
the coffee bar and a small Starbuck’s gift shop. There is a dark
wooden table with electrical outlets suited for spreading out
laptops and spreadsheets, dividing the living room area from the
coffee bar.
Since I have been cranky for weeks I hesitate to order a regular
black coffee. It is very easy to get cloyed with a favorite food or
drink in the US because of the super-sized portions served. The
smallest cup of coffee is a size 'tall' (12oz.=0.35l.), after which
one can choose between a 'grande' (16oz.=0.5l.) and a 'venti'
(20oz.=0.6l.). Half a liter of coffee seems a bit over the top, and
it sounds absolutely absurd to my European mind. I finally end up
choosing a 'solo' espresso.
Sitting in one of the booth-like seats against the back wall,
unable to obtain a prime seat, I feign to read my book while
eavesdropping on conversations around to me. Three middle-aged men
sit in three ash gray velvet chairs and converse loudly. A vivid
dialogue develops, exchanged with half roaring, half shrieking,
laughter. They mock a colleague in his absence and then clench their
brows in concern while discussing the teeth of one of the men’s
daughter. Two African-American women sit at a small table opposite
the reading-table in the murky light, one of them with a yellow
headscarf with black African motifs. Close to the entrance, in the
seating area next to the animated conversation, a vagabond is
playing solitaire. One by one he places the creased cards with
rounded backs over one another, as if he attempts to stick them
together. He rendered a couple of dollars in exchange for a small
coffee to feel, in the warmth of the front room, nostalgia for a
cozy living room and relives a sense of intimacy of having your own
house.
It's a bright, sunny, early autumn day, a typical New England
Indian summer. Sunbeams radiate through the coloring, flickering
foliage, and throw a puzzle-shaped shadow into Starbuck’s window.
Autumn’s hand turns her colorful kaleidoscopic lens. The green ash
tree near the sidewalk resembles, with its polychrome colors,
somewhat a bronze statue: its stem sulphur bronze, its foliage
intermittently copper green and ferric-nitrate golden. On the other
side of the cross walk the top of a young red oak turns fiery red.
These are the budding impressions of the autumn foliage for which
Connecticut is 'world famous' in the US.
In the world of marketing and entrepreneurship, Starbucks is a
success story. It is one of those stories of ‘excellence’ taught as
a case study at business school. Founded in 1971, it really began
its incredible growth under Howard Schultz in 1985, and presently
has 6,294 coffee shops. But what does its success really consists
of? A large cup of coffee at Starbucks is much more expensive than
at Dunkin' Donuts: $2.69 compared to $3.40 for a Starbucks' ‘venti’.
But while Dunkin' Donuts offers only a limited assortment of flavors
like mocha, hazelnut, vanilla, caramel and cinnamon, you will find
exotic quality beans at Starbucks like Bella Vista F.W. Tres Rios
Costa Rica, Brazil Ipanema Bourbon Mellow, Colombia Nariño Supremo,
Organic Shade Grown Mexico, Panama La Florentina, Arabian Mocha
Java, Caffè Verona, Guatemala Antigua Elegant, New Guinea Peaberry,
Zimbabwe, Aged Sumatra, Special Reserve Estate 2003 – Sumatra
Lintong Lake Tawar, Italian Roast, Kenya, Ethiopia Harrar, Ethiopia
Sidamo, Ethiopia Yergacheffe and French Roast. So Starbucks offers
luxury coffees and high quality coffee dining, reminiscent almost of
the chic coffee houses I visited in Vienna.
Every now and then, I grin shamefully and think back at my
endless hesitation choosing between the only two types of coffee
available in most Dutch stores: red brand and gold brand. Even up to
this day I have no clue what the actual difference is between the
two, apart from the color of the wrapping: red or gold. Not
surprisingly, Starbucks appeals to the laptop genre of people:
consultants, students, intellectuals, the middle class, and a
Starbucks coffee is a white-collar coffee, while a Dunkin' Donuts
coffee is a blue-collar coffee. In Dunkin' Donuts you will run into
Joe the Plumber, Bob the barber, and Mac the truck driver. But what
is it exactly, that attracts the white collared workers in the US to
fall back into the purple velvet chairs?
I imagine their working days filled with repetitive actions and
decisions within a playing field of precisely defined
responsibilities. How many of the players in these fields get
through the day with its routines for simply no other reason than
being able to enjoy their daily 30 minutes-escape into the Starbucks
intimacy where, for a brief moment in the day, you regain the
illusion of human warmth and exotic associations of resisting the
coldness of high finance? For 15 minutes you fall back into the
deep, soft pillow of a velvet chair and randomly, and alas how
important is that moment of utter randomness, pull a book from the
shelves. While, in the background, soothing tones resound of country
blues, with its recognition of deep human suffering, a blaze of folk
with the primary connection with nature and tradition, or of
merengue reviving the passionate memories of adventure and love, you
gaze out the window and ponder about that simple, volatile
reflection in the moment, strengthened by the physical effect of
half a liter of watery coffee that starts to kick in and the
satisfaction of chewing your muffin, bagel, cake, brownie, croissant
or donut. It is, above all, that bodily ecstasy caused by a
combination of caffeine, sugar and the salivating Pavlov effect. You
remember the struggling musician behind the counter taking your
order, the amateur poet as you pay her for the coffee and give a
full dollar tip, feeling a transcendental bound in your flight from
reality. You stare with a fastened throbbing of the first gulps of
coffee at the advertisements and poems on the bulletin board, and
dauntlessly you think: They are right, they are so right! and what
do I care? Why should I care? Fuck my boss, fuck the system, fuck
everybody!'
But then you look at your watch and notice you really have to run
again. 'Well, too bad, gotta go!', or people will start gossiping
for being so long away from your desk. And while you open the door,
an autumn breeze blows in your face, the last tunes of the blues
solo die out as the Hammond organ whispers: 'I throw my troubles out
the door, I don't need them anymore'.
Coffee in the US is a subculture that massively floated to the
surface of the consumer’s society. Starbucks is more than coffee,
it's more than just another brand on the market, it is a
social-political statement, a way of perceiving how you would like
to live, in other words it is a culture. Starbucks is the
alternative to Coca-Cola and so much more than just coffee: it's
chocolate, ice-cream, frappuccino, travel mugs with exotic prints,
cups and live music, CD's, discounts on exhibitions and even support
for volunteer work.
About The Author
Remko de Knikker is a contributor to
Szirine.com
(personal website:
www.mindxp.com). Remko studied West European history in
Amsterdam, the Netherlands. He is currently employed as a
bioinformatics programmer at Yale University. He wrote two short
stories 'A Short Story about Andrzej and Roman' (© 2003) and 'Theombrotus
or the Pharmacia' (© 2003), is the editor-in-chief for
Boilingpoint.nl, and a columnist for Sargasso.nl. He was a
winner of the Bulkboek songtext contest (Stef Bos: Het verlangen
vrij te zijn), and published two CDs: 'Blockbuster' (© 2003
Blockbuster) and ‘Handful of maggots’ (© 1999 Blockbuster).
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