I can no longer honestly complain about the ‘cafe-i-sation’ of India’s metropolis. An era has passed. At some point I thought an espresso worth thirty nine bucks was highway robbery– but that was before I actually made it at the local Barista outlet (Spelt with a single S- the brand name, the coffee variety has two; A Barista is the cute guy who serves you a Barissta in Barista– in Origin! I suggest you re-read that with special emphasis on the S’s). Latte Art exists- one shot of Cuban coffee is diffrent from the Brazillian blend and the milk is steamed to a 102.77 degress C!….
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Varna wants to live in a world where kindness and intelligence reign. A researcher by trade, she’s fascinated by human beings, wombats, velociraptors and other queer creatures, in that order. When she’s not working on business, part-time projects or any of her other gazillion pursuits -- you can find her curled up by the window, watching leaves fall or howling at the moon. View all posts by Varna