We've been in Georgia this week visiting some friends. Today Tim took me by a "local" coffee shop for a change of pace since Starbucks here seem to outnumber everyone else by 10 to 1. It looked like a typical coffee place from the outside, but walking up to the front door I noticed a piece of paper taped to the window advertising the Wednesday night All-You-Can-Eat Catfish special.
Amused, I prepare myself for what will surely be a blast of deep-fried stuffy air and open the door. Things look more coffee shop-ish on the inside than the catfish teaser in front would lead you to believe, so I make my way to the back to place my order. "Hey Darlin'" is the greeting I receive from the dark-haired flannel shirt wearing southern woman behind the counter. My amusement has turned into a full blown grin. "Hi there", I said. "I'd like a double vanilla breve latte with the espresso poured over the top." She replied with a puzzled, "You want what, baby?"
We became well acquainted in the five minutes it took her to prepare my fix, and she was most appreciative that I had explained what a breve is and how it just isn't kosher to have catfish and espresso served in the same establishment. "Be carefull, doll, it's really hot" she drawled, and carefully handed me the lidless 175 degree beverage.
What a friendly, hospitable place. Where else but Georgia can you be called darlin', baby, and doll, and then be served espresso and catish?
Better than being called an Ass by your supposed best friend I guess.
Posted by: JE Parris | Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 12:19 AM