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時尚人的“意大利咖啡熱”

似乎就在那不經意的一瞬間，時尚的咖啡熱，漫延至各類主題書，Starbucks連鎖店進駐大型商廈寫字樓、技癢人士紛紛開起個性咖啡店、網絡上關于咖啡的論題也是此起彼伏……，好象爲的就是喂飽身上那副全方位的意大利咖啡胃。說新世紀的時尚青年愛的是意大利咖啡，一點也不爲過。

如果說“隨便一塊招牌掉下來，都可以砸死一個詩人”，是80年代文青的時尚寫照；那麽，“隨便一塊招牌挂上去，都是新開的意大利咖啡”，說的肯定是2000年的時尚。

似乎就在不經意的一夜之間，走了黑玻璃的咖啡館，卻來了標榜窗明幾淨的意大利咖啡！一時之間，時尚人原本以“藍山咖啡”獨尊的咖啡品味，也徹頭徹尾地給換了味兒；從原先虹吸風格的日本式淡然，換成了高壓粹取後的意大利式猛烈。

時尚人的“意大利咖啡熱”，从撒了肉桂粉的Cappuccino开始加温，在延烧至Latte的时候开始沸腾，如果你“独排众议”地懂得点Espresso，难保那个站在蒸汽咖啡机后面的沉默吧台师傅，不会丢给你一个带着钦佩意味的了然眼神！

這股發疹子似的“意大利咖啡瘋”，不止讓個體戶式的意大利咖啡館開了一家又一家，由財團引進的連鎖咖啡店，更是花費巨資租下了大寫字樓的一角，作爲展店的旗艦。

更绝的是，在意大利咖啡流行风的吹袭下，咖啡因也似乎顺着时尚人的脾胃，而成为脑细胞里的重要元素；时尚人对“咖啡知识”的精神饥渴，不但捧红了首先以欧洲咖啡馆为主题出书的咖啡作家，也“养活”了各式各样的咖啡论述。

在BBS的咖啡版上，甚至還爲了意大利咖啡而出現的激烈的筆戰；一陣筆仗結束之後，兩個在BBS上堅持自己想法的大男生幹脆發了狠，用類似做化學實驗的方法來煮咖啡，還寫成了時尚咖啡瘋子很少錯過的《意大利咖啡實驗》專書！

在诗人大量失业的时尚氛围里，文青们不屑于雀巢“速溶”的味道，在麦当劳里装模作样看书的只剩下中学生；2000年的文艺青年，身上安的是一副全方位的“意大利咖啡胃”，开口闭口“Espresso、Cappuccino加Latte”。他们上网、泡Starbucks、热爱Haagen Dazs的滋味；他们逛Pub、搜集Levi’s、抢着买票听港台明星的演唱会！

20年前的時尚文青迷的是意大利電影，20年後的文青愛的是意大利咖啡！

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