This evening I went with the folks and some other family to Mocha...a great place for coffee, desert, hookah (we did not partake) and chit chat.
I ordered nutella crepes and encouraged the ordering of creme brulee and apple cinnamon crepes. All of these items were o-kay, but I wouldn't put them in any contest with their European predecessors.
Additionally, I ordered a New Orleans Blue Blend coffee (au-lait). I thought it would be perfect for the french-inspired deserts.
When I got the coffee cup I was like: "Oh my god, this is the biggest coffee cup I've ever seen!"
Seriously, I've never taken coffee from a cup this big. I think that I'll take photos back to Starbucks and demand an explanation for such wimpy coffee cups in the US. After all if the US can't claim the biggest coffee cups in the world, then...well, I don't want to think of the shame.
Because drinking from a giant coffee cup is akin to walking around in clown shoes (unnecessarily of course) I had to have photos take for their pure comic value. By the way, the woman in the background is chachji (father's-younger sister) to Surnish.
While neither drunk nor sleepy, I still managed to pose as if I were...I think that this look originated from the delay in having the snap taken because mummy was laughing so much and the fact that my lips were melting on the scalding coffee.
Ah this is better...Blue Eyes and a Bindi...
Over half way there finished....
Getting the last drop...
In the end the excessive amount of sugar and coffee wore me out. I plan on sleeping very soundly tonight.
Peace,
A Pink American
