Why I Love Doing Coffee (And No, It’s Still Not About the Coffee)
Let’s get this out of the way early.
I’m not a coffee snob.
I don’t hunt rare beans.
I don’t quiz baristas.
And I definitely don’t pretend I can taste “notes of burnt caramel with a whisper of regret”.
I just love doing coffee.
And in Bali? Doing coffee is practically a lifestyle sport.
For me, coffee isn’t about what’s in the cup.
It’s about everything around it.
It’s the decision to stop.
To sit.
To slow down — even if just for half an hour.
In Bali, coffee comes with scenery baked in.
One day you’re staring out over rice fields that somehow look different every single time.
Another day it’s jungle edges, misty mornings, or lakes that make you forget you were stressed five minutes ago.
Sometimes it’s beach air.
Sometimes it’s cool mountain weather.
Sometimes it’s just a breeze that hits at exactly the right moment.
You don’t rush coffee here.
You arrive at it.
Then there’s the seating ceremony.
You scan.
You judge.
You commit.
Do you want sun or shade?
People or peace?
Front-row view or quiet corner where nobody asks questions?
Once you sit, the world slows down automatically.
No app required.
And let’s talk about the company.
Sometimes it’s friends — proper conversations, half plans, unfinished sentences.
Sometimes it’s family — familiar chaos, familiar comfort.
Sometimes it’s nobody at all, which is a severely underrated option.
And then there are the strangers.
The accidental entertainment.
The background stories you’ll never confirm.
The couple clearly on a first date pretending they’re not nervous.
The digital nomad who ordered one coffee four hours ago and is still “just finishing something”.
People watching in Bali deserves its own Olympic category.
As for the coffee itself?
Latte, please.
Simple.
Comforting.
No drama.
I’ll happily accept a cappuccino.
And a left‑handed latte? Absolute bonus points.
But honestly, I could be holding anything.
Because coffee, for me, is just the excuse.
The excuse to pause.
To think.
To talk.
To not talk.
To exist without needing to produce anything.
That’s why I keep doing it.
That’s why I keep documenting it.
If you’re into the slower side of this ritual — the views, the moments, the in‑between bits — that’s exactly what I share over on Instagram at Travel Food Coffee.
So now I’ll throw it back to you.
Why do you do coffee?
Is it the ritual?
The caffeine?
The conversation?
The solitude?
The view?
Or is it just your polite way of saying, “I’m not rushing this part of my day.”
Tell me — what does coffee mean to you?
