Dear diary,<\/p>\n
Today, for the first time, I managed to spill a coffee in a cafe and it was a mortifying experience.<\/p>\n
It was a relatively new cafe, and I was visiting for the first time. It was setting up to be an interesting adventure right at the beginning, as they weren’t kidding when they said it was tiny! So tiny that a table wasn’t immediately available. Well, at least not indoors anyway. The waiter who greeted me asked if I wanted an outside table, but alas, I wasn’t wearing any sunscreen, and the sun was out, so I said I was happy to wait for a table inside. I realised that it’s probably an “only in Australia” thing to decline an outdoors seat because of the risk of sunburn LOL.<\/p>\n
A table became available quite quickly, and I started ordering my coffees. There was a wide range of coffees to choose from so I just said whatever the waiter liked, and they ended up recommending a Brazilian coffee. I went with that as an espresso, a milk, and a filter. I also decided that a prawn brioche was a better choice than the mi goreng… for now.<\/p>\n
The filter coffee came in a beautiful glass (Chef & Sommelier branded), and it had lovely looking swirls of steam coming from it, and I managed to take some pictures of it with my new lens! The flat white came shortly after that, and the barista also brought the other half of the shot. It’s always awkward when the people presenting food try and move things out of the way or wait for me to take a picture, because I always feel it’s my responsibility to behave and let the servers do what they’re doing. Of course, being in hospitality, the servers feel that they should be the ones to make allowances so it becomes a scene of both parties apologising to one another! Anyway, he managed to hide the espresso behind a bag of coffee beans at my table, to allow me to take a photo of the flat white. He said that he really liked how the espresso tasted by itself, it was nicer than being in milk, which was pretty cool.<\/p>\n
He walked away, and I continued taking photos. I realised that there was still stuff in my frame, so I needed to move the coffee bag. Except… I forgot there was an espresso tucked behind the bag, even though it’d literally just been placed there……….. so BAM the espresso tipped and fell onto the empty seat opposite me, and splashed the chair, blanket\/cloth thing that was hanging on the chair, and the floor.<\/p>\n
Whoops. I’d caffeinated half the furniture in this tiny cafe. And it was loud, so all the tables heard the incident and I felt so terrible because I’d let taking a picture take all of my attention and I’d neglected my environmental awareness. Which is something I consider essential because I don’t want to be *that* person who looks like an Instagrammer and does silly things at a cafe. I try so hard, and I’ve failed at a new cafe who don’t have a prior impression of me. Oh no!<\/p>\n
I pretty much apologised to the waiter for what felt like forever since I felt so bad. It also meant I had to ask for an espresso again, and I was really hoping the barista wasn’t hating me!<\/p>\n
And when they made my espresso, I got both side of the shot again… so there’s my 4 coffees for the day! Both were delicious, but I actually liked the “side’ one which was served in a glass over the “proper” one that was served in an espresso cup. Even though a double shot is the same prices as a single, I still felt like they’d given me something for free and I STILL felt bad for spilling the coffee so I gave them more money for their troubles.<\/p>\n
The end!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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