Right.
This is Italian Coffee Day.
No messing.
So, whilst so busy I'm blurring round the edges, and also reeling from one of the biggest, grin-inducing coincidences the world has EVER SEEN, this is Takeaway Coffee Of Your Very Dreams; the usual orgasmic coffee and other drinks, only the sofas are gone and the chairs are designed to get uncomfortable after twenty minutes.
First up is PB Curtis, who is also busy. Espresso to go!
Next: Gordon, also one impatient coffee customer...OI! Signore! I ain't got all afternoon'a waitchaknow. Latte Grande.
De nada.
Dave gets his straight coffee ballistically, rebounded off the light fittings. That's just how busy he is. One espresso, already drunk. Look at that man go.
Whoosh.
Green Fairy gets a banana milkshake with a Roman Scoop of ice cream bobbing cheerfully in the top. This one has been served so fast that the bananas have yet to realise what the hell is going on.
EVERYONE! ELBOWS OFF THE COUNTER PER FAVORE!
Yes! I've always wanted to slide a drink along the bar like that. Enjoy!
An espresso cup full of a hot clear liquid...WOWSERS. Pure caffeine for Hanni...careful girly girl!
If I'm not mistaken, Valencia is in SPAIN. But never mind. One Mocha Valencia for Pix, with extra orangey syrup made by that most Italian of chocolate manufacturers, Terry's. Enjoy, Diva!
More Italian Chocolate, this time of the hot variety. Heads up! One frothy special for Lolly, hurled with such force that it has bounced off the head of the swarthy traffic policeman who is lurking in the cobbled street outside the café, wondering who all the virtual Vespas belong to, and straight into Lolly's outstretched hand.
Well caught sir.
A gert cappucino for Shivery three espressos (sorry - I was in a rush and miscounted), which gets frisbeed with some effort and has started, spinning-top style, to work its way round the dado rail near the ceiling. When it runs out of oomph it'll drop...just in front of you Shiv, in fact, but hey at least you won't have to stir it.
A large latte for Karen, served so fast that it actually arrived in her seating place yesterday afternoon. I'll heat that up for you...in fact no. Have a fresh one.
K has temporarily joined the staff here at the Coffee Shop Of Your Very Dreams, so she shouldn't really be enjoying the wares, but seeing as we're busy but coping by serving this damn fast, that'll be one macchiato, on the house.
All this leaves time for a rushed Café Coretto for me, an espresso with a shot of grappa added for good taste. Ah, wonderful. Strong enough to send a hippo hyperactive.
There you go people, VERY late, but hey, it's-a-better than nothing.
Come on, come on, drink up! There are other customers waiting....I might have to hire a sullen Italian waiter to stare at you. Mind you, he'll have to be ugly, otherwise certain people will be chatting to him all day...and on my wages!
Proper post tomorrow, no doubt...enjoy your drink.
OI! staff?! i'm simply standing around being charming, i can't very well - - oh, don't look at me with that adorable pleading look, i'll do anything for you, stu dear.
one waitress, coming up! don't paw and i'll give you a kiss with your coffee. when in rome, darlings.
Do you see me wearing a grease-stained vest while serving these? Hmm? This ain't that kind of joint, Miss K. Much obliged for the help.
Why thank you. Sorry 'bout the rather desperate request this moring. I was not having a very good Monday. (I say that in the past tense as now my Monday is very good!)
While on the subject - how was your Monday?
Manic and nearly muh-inducing.
mmmmmmyummmy!
grazie, signior!
Why thank you. That brightens up my day. Its been blighted by a haze of post-holiday depression. Chocolate is perzactly what I needed :-)
Of course the only problem now is, having arrived late to pick up my order (yeah you were about to close but hey, the customer is always right) the caffeine will keep me up all night..
Ohh well, ya win some..
That's just super. If I could have another one today, that would be good too. I need something to increase my productivity from zero.