Cappuccino with crema (Truth)
A bendy paper cup of dark roast, way too hot for the cup. Sticky, slightly dirty roast clings to the beard and palate like an overly attached girlfriend. Due to physics the brew is cold in just a minute and with no magic lamp to keep it warm the magic is gone in 60 seconds.
Served with a spittoon and sticks but no spoon to pudding up the heavy head. Perhaps the spittoon is to spit out the coffee...
Awkward slippy heavy leather chairs, upmarket prices and blaring TV Shport decor for the lowbrow shporting enthusiast. A few doublepriced menu items to whet you wallet; did try the jalapeno poppers to see if they are worth coughing up the tabakky for, but they kept spitting out cream sauce with nary a jalo in sight.
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