Can somebody tell me where I can get a real cappuccino within walking distance of St. Paul’s in London? Or freaking anywhere besides Peets and Quebrada? Or what one might get, if lucky, by intercepting and patiently guiding the actions of a barista at the likes of Starbucks?
I mean… Jeez.
So i was just at the coffee counter at the office building where I’m working right now, where I asked for a “dry short double cappuccino”.
“Right. A cappuccino”, the barista said, and began to ring up the order. “One pound seventy five”.
“That’s for your shortest?”
“A cappuccino”.
“Can you make it dry?”
“Okay”.
So he made it with skim milk. The result was yet another 12-ounce cup filled with a lot of milk topped by a tiny bit of foam and tanned by an ounce of espresso — roughly replicating every cappuccino I’ve had since I got here on Monday… from Starbucks, from Costa, from Paul… all too much milk and too little coffee.
So I tested my phone’s camera for the first time and produced the above.
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