I don't like coffee. Never have. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the nirvana-inducing elixir known as cappuccino! How could coffee, concentrated within an inch of it's life and added to milk, be so delicious when coffee was so, well, not?
Illy was my first brand. It is still my favorite. Like silk in a cup.
Illy was my first brand. It is still my favorite. Like silk in a cup.
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I do take it with a bit of sugar.
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And a macaroon on the side would be lovely, too.
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Ou un croissant. Ce serait particulièrement gentil. (lest you think I am some language master, I translated this using Babelfish. In Russian, this statement would be "Или круасант. То было бы в частности славно.")
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I do enjoy the iced chicory coffee from Cafe du Monde. Of course, it has some sugar in it, so that helps. And those beignets aren't to shabby either.
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I would be remiss without mentioning the megalith, aka, Starbucks. They make a damn fine peppermint mocha frappuccino. And Marsha, my favorite local barista, always gives my daughter extra whipped cream.
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I would be remiss without mentioning the megalith, aka, Starbucks. They make a damn fine peppermint mocha frappuccino. And Marsha, my favorite local barista, always gives my daughter extra whipped cream.
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I really don't drink cappuccino that often. I'm more of a tea gal. But occasionally, I need a jolt (today would have been one of those days). And on those days, I Love Cappuccino!
