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!….