Coffee anyone?

My GKB and I went out for lunch today. 

That's not unusual, we often do on a Saturday.

We went to our usual place,  

where we know we can get our coffee 

the way we like it.

Instant, black with a small jug of trim milk on the side.

Today when it arrived, my GKB looked at it and said

'this cup looks dirty'.

We decided it wasn't 

but that some of the instant coffee powder

 had spilt onto the rim and handle, making it look grubby.

The fact that the cups were a pale grey 

and his was chipped didn't help though.

We weren't impressed.

Anyway this reminded me 

of our last couple of trips to Christchurch.

About a third of the way up the road

is a small cafe giving free coffee to vehicle drivers, 

encouraging them to take a break on the trip.

It's quite a nice wee stop, and yes that's our messy table.

Of course I had to pay for my drink,

GKB was driving, 

cona (filter) coffee this time for both of us. 

A bit further up the track we stopped again

and seeing as I'm not really into milk

I had a pot of tea, while he had a fancy (milky) coffee.

I think that was it while we were travelling up, 

we try to limit it to 2 breaks on the journey,

 but we did have a coffee or two out 

while we were in Christchurch.

That's our trim milk on the side there at the right, 

but the coffee was in piddling little (tea) cups.

Oh well, you can't win them all, and it was wet.

But the time I really laughed, 

and my GKB spluttered and nearly blew a gasket,

was while we were waiting for friends in what 

he would think of as an up-market establishment.

We ordered our drinks, tea again for me and coffee for him.

This little demitasse cup of coffee arrived!

Oh dear. His face was a picture.

Splutter, splutter, what the **** is that? he said to me.

I paid ****** good money for that.

What did you ask for, says I.

A short black, says he.

Well, that's what he got.

A shot of very strong, thick, syrupy coffee

that he mixed with about half a bowl of sugar

 and ate with a teaspoon.

Oooh, he was mad!

What he really wanted was a flat white,

 or a long black, and got himself all mixed up.

Oh dear.

He gets himself all in a dither 

when he goes anywhere out of the usual.

What he really likes is this...

...a nice big mug, full of instant coffee, 

with a dash of milk, made by himself or moi.

And why not?

Hoping all is well with everyone.

have a great week,

Diana