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One day, while still at work, I was in a strange town and took a recommendation for somewhere to get a snack - I was in uniform.
I walked up to the counter, looked at the staggering list of variations, hand on chin.
Lady behind counter waited a moment and said: "You want an Americano with milk" - This was not couched as a question.
I said: "I do?"
She said: "Yes." and then proceeded to tell me what foodstuffs I should have.
She was right, it was good.
But, as Geoff says, they mostly taste the same to me. It must be my age and a jaded pallet.
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The Mad Landsman
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