I spent a hot Sunday morning wandering around Malaga.
First stop – the main plaza in the old town
Where there was a wonderful photo exhibition by Salgado.
Then a quick stop at Cafe Central with its famous mosaic.
The empty glass of coffee sums up how I feel (horror vacui)!
My eye was drawn to the symmetry of the cloth
Protecting the main shopping street and old buildings from the sun.
Malaga Cathedral attracts a lot of visitors
With its fine architecture.
I was more fascinated by the neglected rear of the cathedral,
Where hundreds of cobwebs caught bird feathers
From the pigeons who live there.
For more great views, please visit: Our World.
My OU-studying pal French Fancy recently wrote about why life is grand. And I thought it was such a good idea because it is all too easy to focus on the negative side of life. The media may thrive on doom and gloom but the rest of us don’t.
So, why is life grand?
1. It is getting light! I saw a pale pink sunset this morning at six o’clock when I got up. And it was still light at 6 pm when I came home from work one evening. Glorious!
2. Thank goodness for coffee and spicy Yogi tea! They do wonders when it comes to perking me up.
3. Talking of yogis – our very own cyber yogi Braja is doing much better. After complaining about the hospital food, they sent her home. Atta girl! Her husband has been moved out of Intensive Care and is also recovering slowly.
4. Sir Pe, my anklebiters and, of course, Oscar the dog – thanks for keeping me on my toes and making me laugh. (Oh yeah – and thanks for all the grey hairs too!)
5. My sister (Mother of the cousins) and her two kids are descending on us like a swarm of locusts visiting us and spreading joy and noise this week. Hurray! (OK – where are those ear plugs?)
6. Two squares of dark chocolate a day is a remedy for most ills.
So – what makes you smile?
In my last post (you have read it, haven’t you?) I mention some of the policies that Murky Coffee has: no iced espresso, no espresso to go and no sleeping (for customers).
After all, it seems to be a contradiction in terms. The whole point of caffeine is that it keeps you awake. It is a stimulant that fights off those feelings of drowsiness and keeps you alert – for a while, at least.
And yet – here is a coffee shop who has to ban a customer because of his chronic napping. Which means he must have made it a regular habit to go to the coffee shop, order a coffee and then promptly drop off to sleep!
My hat goes off to you, whoever you are.
This leads me to another question: was it really necessary to ban this customer because he enjoyed snoozing? After all, what harm was he doing? Setting a bad example to all the other jittery caffeine fans? Ruining the decor with his body slumped over the table? What?
So, whoever you are: I hope that you have managed to find a more accommodating coffee shop that allows you to order a coffee with a snooze on the side.
A few weeks ago, I came across a story about the Murky Coffee shop on Capitol Hill that had many Americans in a maelstrom of passion and opinions when one of the baristas at Murky Coffee refused to serve a guy (who just happened to be a journalist for The Washington Post) a triple espresso on ice.
“It’s against company policy,” he explained. It was a boiling hot day and the journalist’s temper was also at boiling point. He ended up ordering a triple espresso and some ice cubes on the side. That was not against company policy. Then – of course – he ended up pouring his coffee over the ice cubes in order to make his own iced espresso.
The journalist was so incensed that he wrote an article about his experience in the paper – and the rest, as they say, is history. The owner of Murky Coffee replied, explaining that the coffee shop had several policies: no sleeping (for the customers), no espresso to go, and no espresso over ice.
Why? Because they take great pride in their coffee and in keeping the highest possible quality for their customers. Coffee is so much more than we think it is.
Yes – I could appreciate this reasoning. Pride in work. Great coffee. Unbeatable drinking coffee experience for me, the customer.
That is – until today! After lunch, and before returning to work (which has the worst coffee in the world, I might add), I desperately needed a cappuccino. So, I went down to the local bakery where I have been buying cappuccinos to go for years. Years, I tell you!
This is an Austrian bakery famous for its pastries (NOT its coffee) and run by a very strict Austrian matriarch. “A cappuccino to go, please!” I say sweetly.
“No. We only serve cappuccino in cups.”
“Since when?” I gasp. “Since last week?”
“Cappuccino in cups. You can have a latte to go.”
“I don’t like latte,” I reply.
“Cappuccino in cups.” (It was getting a bit repetitive.) OK – time to get creative, I thought to myself!
“OK. Can you make me a latte but with half the milk?” I suggest.
“What about if I promise not to drink the coffee until I get back to work and then pour it into a proper cup?” I say in my desperate I-need-caffeine voice.
“No. No cappuccino to go. No espresso to go.”
“No.” I declare. “You have now lost a faithful customer. And anyway, you’re not a coffee shop. You’re a bakery!”
I go up a flight of steps and get a really good cappuccino to go in another store.
It’s one thing for a coffee shop who does nothing all day but serve coffee to refuse to serve an iced espresso … maybe. But it’s quite another thing for a bakery to refuse me, Lady Fi, a cappuccino to go.
Doesn’t the customer have any rights left? Can we not decide how we want to drink our coffee? Do we not have freedom of choice?
My dad refuses to drink his tea in anything but a china cup. So, I’m sure he would appreciate all this coffee refusal. But not me – I’m still quivering with righteous indignation.
Oh yes – and one more thing! Remember that the only right way to drink tea from a china cup is to hold the handle delicately with your fingers and thumb – but with your little finger sticking out at an angle!