By Ethan Hauser The New York Times October 18, 2014 I DON’T know what an Americano is. I don’t know what Chemex is, though I thought the point was to get chemicals out of our foods, not into. Maybe that is what the “ex” is for. I don’t know what cold drip is. (I do know what iced coffee is. Iced tea, too — Mayor Bloomberg tried to ban it and that’s what got him voted out of office, right?) I know what a latte is. I know what Starbucks is. Starbucks invented the latte, in Seattle, where the rain and natural beauty make people stay inside and create sprawling companies that eventually make people dependent and angry. I know what addiction is: I recently rewatched every episode of “The Wire.” Is espresso the miniature one, or is that cappuccino? I don’t know what Nespresso is. Did Nestlé buy espresso? Hello, Federal Trade Commission? Isn’t this against the law? I know what a barista is. They pull levers and shout and have better taste in music than I do. Some of them have ...