There’s a new café me and my friend discovered in one hidden part of the city (just because we did not know it’s there). It was a total awesome place for me. It has a library section where one can pull out a book, flop down on one of the bean bags and read your way through the day. They have tables for people who would like to eat. They also have a small stage where bands can play. They have a baby grand that is so inviting I had to try it.
That perfect picture of what I thought was my dream business back in college.
This picture here is one of their “best sellers”. I normally have my regular go-to’s when I find myself in a new food place where they seem to be serving “strangely” named food. Safe would be getting their black coffee or their cappuccino or latte. But I was feeling a little doped happy that time because of the ambiance and my brain already got really tired imagining all the possible things I can do in that place. Such haven! And the chances of us finding ourselves in the same place in the next few days (way off our normal route of hangout) would be very bleak. I decided to bravely ask for their “best seller”. They gave me something with matcha and milk-based.
I’m not exactly a matcha fan. But I decided to still try. It is, after all, the best seller, right? Being millennials and all (yeah, right), we took our time taking a picture of what we ordered. Then the tasting starts.
My friend was watching me closely. She kinda knew this was one of those many other instances that I got myself deciding or spending for something that I will definitely regret. I took a sip.
And man! My brain that was still working out on the imagination of me playing the piano, another me playing the guitar, another me lounging on the bean bag with a good novel on hand lost in the story, all those “me’s” in my imagination, stopped dead and stared slowly in my direction.
I cleared my throat and stared at the cup. And my friend stifled a laugh. That was NOT a happy drink.. at all.
That was one of those situations where I get to repeat to myself that not everyone’s cup of tea (or coffee or milk) is my cup of tea (or coffee or milk) .. this time it’s literal. Oh that dimmed the ambiance, alright.
oh dear, sounds crap. Nothing worse than getting something and it is not good or at least to oneself not good. I love coffee shops like that. How it should, read and chill and sip your preferred coffee. Well at least you know what not to have the next time pp.