The Coffee Journal
There is a logic to the Quebec winter that is hard to explain to people who have never experienced it. It is minus twenty degrees.
The coffee you drink at Carrera has a journey behind it. Beans grown thousands of kilometers away, handpicked, fermented, dried, sorted.
There are races that are simply races. And there are others that are wars.
You are in Quebec City in the summer. The sun hits the gray stones of Old Quebec, the Petit Champlain street is lively, and you need a break.
There are drivers who win championships. And there are drivers the world never forgets.
Pouring milk into an espresso to create a leaf, a rosette, or a perfect heart: this is latte art. At first glance, it is decorative.
