'Drinking coffee at home has been like graduating to menthol cigarettes after a decade on crystal meth' - Donal Lynch on the coffee shop lockdown
If you'd asked me, before the lockdown, how I'd be coping after a month without my morning jolt of flat white, I'd presume that we'd be talking intense Trainspotting-level withdrawals by now: sweats, hallucinations, a baby crawling backwards on the ceiling. For most of my adult life expensive caffeine has been the rocket fuel that runs me. I've never lived more than a few minutes from a café with a pretentiously Italian name and while my friends graduated to duty and school runs, my morning excursions were always strictly Americano-related. They were my black crack. I drank them until it felt like my skull was vibrating and I was hyperventilating under a desk thinking "another coffee would really help this." I lived on a rollercoaster of giddy highs and edgy comedowns. In this I felt very modern, and on trend. For years, coffee was believed to be a possible carcinogen, but the 2015 Dietary Guidelines from the US government helped to change this perception.