That would be me.
I was never much of a coffee drinker before I went to Spain. That would, indeed, be a WILD overstatement. The only coffee I drank in TO was iced Vietnamese coffee in a great Vietnamese Pho store....
Then I went to Spain....goodness gracious me, but I love the stuff, thick, strong, dark hellish brew, but not as bitter with chicory as the French....
Today I was out and about and came across a coffee truck. Sounds bad I know, but this one is run by a Cuban guy using Cuban beans. Well, the other really excellent coffee I have had in North America was in Miami Beach in a tiny little hole in the wall restaurant...is that what it's called if it is all take-out? They sold a Cuban espresso...that was to. die. for. Black jet fuel sweetened with cane syrup. OMG.
The coffee truck gave me the idea that maybe, just maybe, a cuban coffee would be a possibility. I asked him if he made them, he offered me cafe con leche. I should have known at that point.
I got the coffee with milk...took a sip, walked far enough away he wouldn't see, and I am ashamed to say, I poured it out. It was WAY too big. WAY. and weak and watery and had this weird sort of sharp heat. Not the mellow loveliness I am used to.
I'll have to wait till I'm back it seems.
At least the tea's good here.