Passionfruit Espresso, Anyone?

So there we were, circa '93 - '94: a young band looking to take our respective girlfriends out for a nice night on the town.  One band member, Adrian, knew of this nice indy coffeehouse in a neighboring city.  So off we went, and he couldn't have picked a more perfect spot.  The coffeehouse was quaint; its interior bathed in the dim glow of candlelight and atmosphere.

The waitress, dressed to the nines, handed us our menus then directed us to a vast flavor shot selection available for cappuccinos and espressos.  Each of us browsed the menu with an air of sophistication, hoping to impress our lady-friends.  Our waitress returned, walking around our table as we placed our orders.

"I'll have a passionfruit espresso," piped up Greg - The inimitable Greg Reddin that I blogged about in an earlier post.

Taking our orders, the waitress sashayed behind the counter then disappeared.  Perhaps five minutes lapsed before the waitress returned.

"Listen," she exclaimed to Greg, "We've been discussing this in the back, and we don't really think this is something you'll want."

Each of us looked at the other, perplexed.

They take their coffee seriously here...  Did they huddle up... Have a quick conference in the back... The dilemma of the passionfruit espresso?  They were the consummate professionals, after all...

And we were a rock band.

Gently pounding the table with his fist for emphasis, Greg never balked.  "Nope, I want a passionfruit espresso!" he solemnly stated.

"Very good, Sir!" the waitress replied before disappearing again. 

She returned again in short order, our orders now being placed before us.  As we sipped and supped, all eyes were on Greg.  We were curious about this passionfruit espresso.

Would Greg wince at first sip?  Was it soon to spew forth from his lips?

Greg didn't even bat an eye, though I swear his pinky stood out straight as he sipped passionfruit espresso from his tiny cup. 

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Greg Reddin, 2012

- K -