French depression

I was traveling (again) this weekend to attend a couple of weddings, one in Nashville and one in Atlanta. The natural wedding gift from a coffee evangelical like me was a French press coffee maker. The night before I left I went by Williams-Sonoma, but they only had one ridiculously priced model. This was no problem — I figured I would have no trouble picking one up when I arrived in Nashville.

I was wrong. When I bought my own press many years ago, they were easy to find in lots of department stores. This no longer seems to be the case. I was at a mall and went to about five different stores, none of which offered a French press (I eventually found one at a housewares store in Hillsboro Village). Instead they all carried the new, expensive pod-style machines like Nespresso makes. They’re an inferior way of making coffee, but they have a much higher mark-up and they sure do look fancy, so that’s what the stores have shifted to carrying and what customers will see as the best coffee makers.

Conclusion: I hate capitalism.


5 thoughts on “French depression”

  1. I found our French press at W-S for a fairly reasonable price (surprising for a store like W-S). Of course, it was the last one they had.

    French presses, despite being so absurdly simple that I could almost make them myself, are now “specialty items.” Which means they can charge you through the nose for them.

  2. You deserve a wasted afternoon for going to five mall locations before you tried the independent store. Shame on you. But I hate capitalism and it’s vanilla sameness too.

  3. OK, Adrienne, I take it back!

    And Sarah, I’d agree with you if it were not for the wonders of Malibu Chicken in the Cool Springs Galleria food court. I don’t know what it is about that little stand, but I can’t resist its allure.

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