The day had begun much like any other at Eataly Holborn...
Customers came in, some hungry, most in urgent need of their daily fix of caffeine. Customers left, some sipping, some nibbling, almost all trying to fathom Daniel's latest gag of the day. So basically business as usual..
At this stage no one could have or would have had any idea that this day would be such a notable day.... surely nothing could/would ever be the same again...
Those of you who have grown up in a safe frothy cafe', coffee culture make prefer to turn away now... I urge you to stop reading now...
So there we were serving our queue of caffeine thirsty devotees, some clearly slightly hung-over; well it was Friday & it was December... these people needed us!
The orders were being thrown at us thick & fast... our barista Marcus was running on full power.... the adrenaline was pumping... the Gaggia was gleaming, the queue were getting a contact high from the aroma... this was the place to be....
GRANDE, LATTE, SKINNY, WET, MOCHA, DRY, SINGLE, DOUBLE.... faster, faster...
Then..... suddenly.... indiscriminate & with NO consideration or warning came a voice that would rock us to our very core.....
Was this real? A voice that would for a brief instance, make everything STOP... create silence....take us to a place we never wanted to go back to.....
"a WHITE COFFEE please"
The crowd fell silent.... the bell's stopped chiming....Marcus stopped steaming.....
The past 20 years of trendy coffee chic suddenly seems to be slipping through my very hands... After what seems like minutes I finally find some courage....do you mean a LATTE Sir... ?
No, I just want a WHITE COFFEE!
Eatalian blog readers Can you help? PLEASE????