The Drink: Small Cappuccino
It’s a rainy day when I duck into a local coffee house in Bethesda’s main shopping district. Three Europeans follow me in and their discussion about what they should drink is a bit intoxicating. Their accents are thick. But when the smaller of the two men announce to the guy behind the counter that they will have three small cappuccinos, something about their order seems so European to me. Maybe in this land of blended coffee drinks that carry the caloric weight of a meal, their choice seems civilized. Perfect for this local shop that roast their coffee locally in Rockville, Maryland.
With the dark wood, granite counters and red walls, I expect there to be an open mike with a guy playing guitar. But, no. Instead the guy behind the counter walks by. “I will be in the lavatory, coming up with a another story. Yo!” and he answers the phone. Seems a bit out of place with the Sheryl Crow playing over the speakers and the couples putting their heads together discussing future plans and the Europeans who are enjoying their espresso drinks and engaging in polite conversation as the thunder grumbles and the rain drips from the clouds on this warm and humid May day.
