I can get my head around espresso and cappuccino, but what are the other seven hundred and forty three things on the bloody menu?
I don’t know. I don’t care. I have no wish to be enlightened.
When you come to take my coffee order and I say I would like a large cup of black coffee with a small jug of cold milk on the side, just nod.
Do not. If you want the big fat tip it is my habit to leave, laugh gently and say.
“Oh you mean an Ameicano with a chilly side.’
I know what I mean….
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