the sky is gray here. but the plants are green here. and i have another little chai hug in a paper cup here.
i think probably that these seattle baristas know more about not scalding milk and burning crema than most customers here even realize. the sounds coming from the milk pitcher here are ones of nice froth and foam and i can imagine they are getting a nice swirl of milk going under that steam wand. i don't hear that hot-water-blasting-on-metal sound that is altogether too frequent normally. the crema is poured while golden, and not dark black, making a lovely compliment to the creamy milk absent of large round bubbles. beautiful coffee, seattle, beautiful coffee.
sip sip sip. hug hug hug.
my eyes are level with the street because i'm sitting below side-walk level. a pretty yellow skirt just glided by.
1 comment:
look at you go with all your fancy knowledge about coffee! your descriptions are very good though... a lot like something I think tom robbins would write. you should read some of his stuff -- it's my favorite. (and he's from seattle, too!)
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