I arrived on this island already pretty addicted to coffee. The first item of my morning routine is always coffee, no exceptions. Unless there’s an emergency, I’m spending my first waking half-hour huddled over a steaming cup of coffee.
I drink it with milk and hot, cooled only just past scalding. My partner has drinking rights over any of my coffee that falls to warm or lukewarm because he knows I will not touch it.
If you’re coming to Cabarete and you’re anything like me, you will be thrilled to learn that Dominican coffee is seriously amazing. It’s rich, earthy and, my favourite, chocolatey. (Shout out to my dreamy daily Dominican coffee fix, Cafe Monte Real. Brown packaging with a red trim. I love it.)
And it’s all grown and produced right here in the Dominican Republic.
From hanging on the tree to when I scoop it into my percolator, the coffee never leaves the country. It’s nice to know the bag I pick up in the supermarket has only travelled a few hours from its birthplace.