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That's a little pet project of mine.
See, in my opinion, it's all about the quinic acid level.
You want just north of 4,800 milligrams per liter
but if you over-boil to get there,
leach your tannins.
Bitterness.
Yuck.
Hello Walter.
How are you?
I'm quite well, thank you.
I see you're alone.
Where's Jesse? He had something for me.
I wouldn't know.
He's out of the picture.
And you came here empty handed?
That's right.
You didn't bring it?
Excuse me?
You call yourself a cook?
I need my fix today Walter.
It was a simple order.
A tall double-shot vanilla latte
and you failed me.
Do you know how far the nearest Starbucks is?
A couple of time-zones away at least.
At LEAST! And my own cook didn't make me a coffee today.
I'm losing faith in you Walter
I may have to find a new barista.
Mike here could do your job you know.
He couldn't.
I don't know, Walt...
It's what I do after all.
It seems I have two options, Walter. And I think you know what they are.
Option A.
You kill me right here and now.
And option B ?
I continue cooking.
we forget this ever happened.
I'd prefer option B.
I do too.
You'll come back here in one hour with my coffee.
Vanilla latte...
Skinny...
QUADRUPLE shot...
Grande.
I could get right on that.
See you in an hour.
My god.
That is the best coffee I've ever tasted.
Tread lightly.