I’ll have a pumpkin spice latte to go, please. No cream. “Coming right up!” the barista replies. I hear the words “PSL to go, no cream, extra love” pour into the air. A chain of work begins between the baristas on duty. The barista who served me asks for my name. Jamie, I reply. My name is now written on a paper cup. It’s spelled correctly. I was always lucky to have a name that’s not difficult to spell. I’ve not once had my name spelled incorrectly on a cup.
I’ve never tried Tapas Excelsior before. I’ll give them a shot. Do you have any recommendations? “Ask the proprietor to serve you the house special. Tell them that Eon sent you. It’s a taste experience like no other.” said Eon, one of my closest friends.