The Quiet War Between Iced Coffee Loyalists and Hot Coffee Diehards!

There are two kinds of people in the New York/New Jersey area, and no, this isn’t about transplants versus natives, or Mets versus Yankees. Taylor Ham vs Pork Roll. 
It’s simpler, pettier, and somehow more revealing:

People who switch to iced coffee when it hits 65 degrees, and people who clutch hot coffee while they boil!

The iced coffee crowd arrives like clockwork every spring, as if summoned by a collective coven. The second there’s a hint of warmth—bare ankles, cut off sleeves—they abandon hot coffee entirely. Loyalty? Gone. Steam? Forgotten. Suddenly, it’s cold brew or nothing. They clutch their sweating plastic cups like badges of seasonal superiority!

Meanwhile, the hot coffee holdouts are out here living with conviction.

Ninety degrees? Still ordering a regular. Humidity thick enough to chew? Still sipping something actively producing steam. These people are not confused—they’re principled. Hot coffee isn’t just a drink; it’s a ritual. They just don’t trust iced coffee alchemy. 

Baristas see it play out daily. The seasonal flip. The regulars who suddenly betray their usual order. The ones who refuse. The subtle judgment exchanged over the counter when someone orders a piping hot drip in July. No one says anything. But everyone notices.

This isn’t really about temperature—it’s about control. About routine versus adaptation. About whether you let the city change you, or you stubbornly remain exactly who you are, one cup at a time.

So go ahead—order your iced coffee in April. Order your hot coffee in August.

Just know: Catfight Coffee will never judge you...your cat might...but we won't.