Bradly and I were sitting at a window table in The Ugly Mug. He had a steaming cup of chocolate and I was savoring a double espresso. We were talking to Randall about his drive up from Morro Bay when Sandie came over to the table carrying a dark oval tray with three white demitasse cups and saucers. A small biscotti balanced delicately on each saucer.
“Hey guys,” Sandie says as she leans over and places a cup in front of each of us. “Here’s a taste of Kopi Luwak we just got in as a sample from our distributor in The City. It’s on the house. Enjoy!”
“What’s Kopi Luwak?” Bradly asks her.
“Well,” she says, “It’s coffee that has passed through the digestive system of an Indonesian civet. Very rare, very expensive.”
“What’s an Indonesian civet?” he asks next, and it seems like the appropriate question to me. I look up and wait to hear what Sandie has to say.
“Kinda like a cat.” Sandie smiles and turns to go. Then she glances back over her shoulder and announces, “Here at The Mug we just call this stuff ‘Weasel Poop Joe.’”
Randall and I each pick up our cup of Weasel Poop and sip. Bradly reaches for the biscotti, “I think, I’ll just eat the cookie. You can have my coffee Grandpa.”
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People will pay through the nose for the most ridiculous cr*p… literally 😀 Great little tale.
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Even more reason for me not to like coffee! Great post though
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Wickedly funny. I never liked coffee all that much until a friend many years ago got us a coffeemaker. Then, husband’s parents gave us a Keurig. We don’t use all the little K-Cups (too disposable, and trashy–there’s my snobbishness!), but it’s sometimes nice to have a jolt of caffeine (or placebo de decaf) to get through the day. Love this story!
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