My little town has four caffes…and at least eight other places you can get a coffee. One is better than the others. But I’m not going to tell you which one that is because everyone here would know what I said and I would be banished from the lower ranked forever – and would have to move. There are two caffes where the Barristas know what type of coffee I drink and when they see me hit the counter they make my coffee without my ordering it. In the rare case when I would like something different I have to go to a caffe where they don’t know me as well. Such are the problems here.
(The above photo is of a poster depicting Cappuccinos produced daily by Baristas from one of the local caffe’s. )
Thank you for your time, this time….
