Something sweet, a little bit cold, but still with a buck and kick like a mule and just a little bit of warmth (at least in the beginning, anyway):

Affogato at Berry Ocean, holiday tree already set up and sparkling in the background:

…. and then, approximately 60 seconds later:

I just had a small, double-shot, extra dry cappucino from Saxby’s coffee in the NE Heights (near Trader Joe’s), and it was served in a 16oz mug with at least 8oz of milk.

Come ON now, baristas!

Double shot means 2oz (50ml) of espresso max, plus a combined volume of 150-200ml foamed milk – THAT’S a proper cappucino ratio, not even dry.

How specific do my instructions need to be to actually get a decent cappucino?  This is like going to get a Blizzard at Dairy Queen and they blend together a little scoop of ice cream into some milk so the consistency is like, well, milk.  You’d throw it back at them, because it’s not right!  Or like ordering a pizza and receiving one piece of pepperoni and a square inch of cheese on the middle of the pie.

Gold Street can do it, Ecco can do it (though they can’t seem to make decent gelato) . . . why not anyone else?

Saxby’s goes on my permanent “only if nowhere else is open” list for espresso drinks.

On a hot Saturday I load up with relleno burrito and bowl of green from The Chili Stop, and set off for home with Bob Dylan slinking his sounds over the stereo. All is bliss.

Except for the broken A/C, that is. Still…..

The next time you’re partaking of the lovely creations by Ms. James, make sure you whisper to your waiter,

“…pssst!  How about some foie gras?”

It is not front and center on the menu, but they have it, and oh does she know how to cook it.  I’m getting a craving just writing this – too bad she’s not open for another 19 hours.  Start the countdown!

Another Friday afternoon and I’m hammering away at work instead of joining the rest of the kiddos here at the office for the weekly happy hour, drinking beer you can see through and chattering about sports and work and stuff. Wait, did that sound fun? My idea of a happy hour includes a cracked open young coconut. Now that’s the “other white meat”.

The title is inspired by my weeks’ travel (also the reason this blog has been slow lately) in Newark to see friends/mentors who are Jimmy Buffett obsessed. How often do you attend a work event when the opening music is Margaritaville? Exactly.