Sunday, September 9, 2007
Read any Bangkok publication about where to get the best coffee, and without fail Kuppa will be bestowed with the title. After being confronted with this consensus again and again, it seemed like it was time to go.
Here's what greets you as you enter: the daily food specials and weekly coffee specials. A colonialist's delight! A list of imported delights that a small fraction of the world can enjoy. Kuppa represents a dining experience and a diner that doesn't and may never consider the word "imported" a bad word. Imported doesn't mean fresh, and it doesn't always mean better.
Kuppa has some very nice seating. It also has some very poor seating. Upon arrival we were given a choice table in the latter category. As we tried to find a different table complete with couches by the tall windows we were told that those ones were reserved. We were told that as tables opened up we could move. As tables opened up, we were informed that they too were reserved.
Kuppa roasts its own coffee once a week. It was not being done while we were there. Pity.
Kuppa water and sugar!
We had some nice food:
This was a tasty pene with a blue cheese cream sauce topped with rocket.
Cheese souffle with onion jam. One made with wine, the other with balsamic vinegar.
Based upon the food alone, Kuppa makes the grade. The coffee is good, and the food is good as well. But I don't base my opinions upon these things alone.
Kuppa is in five words: Good food for bad people.
Bangkok is full of pretentious dining and pretentious diners. Kuppa serves the blue blooded ruling class and the international jet set. Spending a couple of hours in Kuppa gives me my weekly, er monthly dose of self loathing. At least it can show me just the kind of people I don't want to have as my friends. Kuppa is purely a pleasure palace for the fabulously well to do. It does not cater to local sensibilities, but rather as a product of globalization, keeps the ruling class sated with their delicacies.