The New Dark Roast

We are a pendulous nation when it comes to our tastes.

As we begin to rediscover good things to eat in the wake of our recent journey away form mass made mediocrity our tastes shift, and often shift too far. In the heyday of the small American coffee house we rediscovered a taste for big, hearty, bitter dark roast coffee in (over)reaction to our disdain for the ordinary. Craft beer helped remind us that hops are not the enemy, and now you're hard pressed to tell the difference between a pale ale and an IPA as the hipster hop heads add more and more hops to the kettle to one up each other. And in the past few years we seem to be more widely appreciative of dry riesling and more apt to turn our recently educated noses up at the sugary sweet stuff.

It is of course very good news that we are becoming appreciative of dry riesling and dark coffee. But for some reason in America when we have a cultural shift in our tastes we have a tendency to throw the baby out with the bathwater. We see our former proclivities as telling of our lack of taste in the days before our enlightenment. This is madness. The fact is you don't give up an appreciation for sweet riesling when you have finally found love for dry. Becoming accustomed to, or even appreciative of hoppy beers does not make malt forward beers less delicious. Smoky, medicinal Scotch does not make bourbon with honey or butterscotch notes at the front any less enjoyable.

As a nation we had tended toward too much sugar in most things. It is arguably an indication of two dimensional taste. Bitter, smoky, mushroomy, moldy (blue cheese) usually take a little more to come to terms with. Desserts in most restaurants are far too sweet. I personally have very little love for cola because it's too sweet. As we begin to consider ourselves a bit more sophisticated in what we eat, early on in this process anyway, we decide unnecessarily and pretentiously that it is time to put childish things aside. And then we start to make more bad choices. Like not drinking light roast coffee or off dry hard cider. We miss out on voluptuous ice wine, silky milk chocolate, and sticky sweet home made jam with the fortitude to stand up to dull, dry toast.

Right now the coffee on my counter is Uncommon Grounds Papua New Guinea, a medium light roast that is complex and powerfully delicious. A dark roast would have killed this coffee. In my fridge there are three different IPA's around a big bottle of malty, sweet, home made scotch ale, two cases of bone dry home made riesling in the basement and an ice wine with 18% residual sugar. To be fair, I am guilty of these same knee jerk overreactions. When I started getting a little more knowledgeable about red wines from France, I started looking at fruit forward Californians with some disdain. Maybe this is because what we have disdain for is the prevailing tide. It's hard to see a passionate sommelier watch his wine list be cherry picked for name known California boutique nonsense in lieu of something really special that doesn't suit the current mood. We would all do well to remember that delicious comes in all shapes and sizes, and sometimes, sweet is more than just sentimental and immediately gratifying.

Good taste is about being open to new flavors and new ideas from all corners of the food and drink world. It is a terrible sin to let your pretensions make your experiences more narrow. That is the opposite of eating and drinking well.