I wanted to do something fun after my trapeze lesson so I stopped into the nearby Stumptown Roasters café at the Ace Hotel and enjoyed a tiny, precious macchiatto made by a cute young hipster dressed like a dandy. It's been fun seeing (and tasting) how people make espresso drinks now that i know how to make them myself. Stumptown takes their beans oh-so seriously and this guy was a craftsman; he may have been friendly, but his product was all snobby artisan. Now, I always do my best as a barista (my colleagues recently named me Most Improved Foamer!) but my efforts are not nearly so highfalutin: If Stumptown beverages are like coddled Italian Greyhounds, mine are like big dumb yellow Labs. But both have their appeal!
Meanwhile, that twee little cuppa blew a caffeine shotgun blast right through my sternum. Shazam!!
Have you had the training to make a good, milky hot cocoa? Not too sweet, still with the good creamy taste of hot milk? That's my favorite!
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