Coffee in Ukraine. part 1: "Coffee ON a GO."

Do you like coffee?
I do, so I decided to make a little research on coffee consumption in Ukraine.
With hectic life style we drink our coffee to go more and more often, not to mention that it's the easiest way too.
In NYC pretty much everybody carries a cup in the morning. Starbucks lines are ready to swallow you any time of the day. New York street vendors are selling their concoctions (I wouldn't necessarily call it coffee).






On the World Resource Institute list of countries by coffee consumption per capita Ukraine is number 64 with 1,4 kg. (Number 1 is Finland with 12 kg! USA is on 26th position with 4,2 kg).
I always though that Ukrainians are more sit down have a coffee kind of people. But recently i spotted some changes.



What a genius idea to install a professional coffee machine in the car and voilà.

I tried espresso yesterday and it was rather good.
You can see on the menu/price list lots of choices.


$1 is around 8 hryvnya.

My shot of espresso was around 80 cents. Vendor asks you how much sugar you want (no self service here).




You get your coffee in paper cup, although I haven't noticed a Jumbo size available.
So far I saw 2 different companies providing car coffee.



And I haven't seen any drinking coffee to go people in metro yet.


to be continued.

every snow has its city

The snow is falling on Kiev.
Big snowflakes are softly dancing in the air.
That makes everything look mysterious, not like it was needed-Kiev is already one mysterious city.
I invented a theory that, snow is different in every city. In fact, I think when snow is falling on right city it makes everything right.
No panic, no delays, no broken legs, no traffic jams-just beautiful scenery. Beautiful and calm.
I call it a right snow, as an opposite to a wrong snow, that holds us at the airports, covers our cars with big thick white muffins, makes our eyes teary and noses runny, hands and feet cold as ice. The wrong snow is such a hassle.
But if the same wrong snow fell on different city it could be, as nice as this one I photographed few weeks ago.
Every city has its snow, and every snow has its city.
It's a love/hate story.
I don't know, if it's a matter of luck, or there's something more to it...Maybe the snow is looking for a city to fall over, and the city is waiting for it. If the snow hears that call from below and the city welcomes it from above -then magic happens.
This snow is a right one and it has definetely found its city.