another_jim wrote:I hope this clarifies the scoring system: basically the "Unacceptable," "Acceptable," "Fair," Good," "Very Good," "Excellent," and "Exceptional" scoring means what it says when the terms are interpreted as applying to the work of the best shot pullers on the planet, and not to that of any old espresso maker.
In this light, I'm truly hoping that the 'very good' and 'excellent' scores I was giving my shots are taken as the purely subjective grades that I was giving them. My scores were in no way supposed to represent the criteria that Jim just put forth. 'Excellent' for me is when I start to get to the 3.5 level on Jim's criteria. I'm guessing that I can sometimes get to a four, just because I end up with a beautiful shot that actually tastes like what it has been described as by the roaster and other connoisseurs, a giant head of crema that seems to last forever, and an aftertaste that doesn't remind me of grapefruit rind.
My criteria (and this has nothing to do with this thread, as far as I can tell, other than to explain how I scored my shots in the previous post) are:
1. Nothing that resembled espresso came out of the spouts. *
2. Something that resembled espresso came out of the spouts, but not close enough that I'd consider drinking it.
3. Reminiscent of espresso. I could call it a ristretto or a cremosa, and give it to my Folger's swilling friends.
4. A good shot. Good crema, somewhere within 2-28 seconds before blonding, I'd drink it and like it.
5. A very good shot. No squirts, little donutting, good color, tiger stripes, crema lasts, and starts blonding right at 26-27.
6. Great shot! The stars align, the humidity and the grinder coincide, and the dream that every one has ends up in my cup.
These last ones are happenstance rather than planning. If I were to sink more of the fours rather than accept them (I find it difficult to sink something that I'd not mind drinking) I'd end up with more sixes, I'm sure. Time and money, and knowing that once I start following the rabbit down the hole, I'll end up in Wonderland (but am I willing to trade the rest of my free time and cash for it?), I've accepted my present level of satisfaction, and I'm sometimes jealous of my bud's who happily swill Starbucks drip made in a thirty cup aluminum pot.
*Recently I awoke at the GF's house, where Silvia spends her time, only to discover that I had warmed her up (Silvia, the GF was still asleep) and had no beans. The roommate had purchased some Starbucks preground French Roast, so I decided to experiment. I overdosed and over tamped, and ended up with a ten (maybe) second blonde gusher. I did put both of those into a sugary latte to try to disguise them. Those were both 0-1, at best. No, I didn't drink it...