The Exquisite Tastiness of a Flat White
This whole post came off of Twitter. Sometimes, that happens, my friends and sometime readers. But, a flat white is too tasty a concoction to be ignored by a wanna-be blogger.
Because I actually read things posted by my Twitter-verse peeps, I noticed that one of my friends, @thebrandbuilder, is apparently in Australia as I type. So, this post is dedicated to having everyone drink the kool-aid that is a flat white, in honor of his visit to the AU.
A little over six years ago, I went to Australia on my honeymoon. It was not a pretty journey, people. Two days of travel, on the heels of being married by Mayor Joe, likely had my poor husband wondering WHAT exactly he had vowed his life (or whatever portion thereof) away to. Scary wife with no sleep equalled just plain freaking frightening as we landed in Sydney to begin the journey that is the rest of our lives together.
No matter. He disappeared to get cash from the money machine (or whatever it’s called there), and I stared off into space like a sleep deprived lunatic. After a few minutes, he reappeared with – get this – a Krispy Kreme doughnut and a Starbucks coffee. I fly for two days for such delicacies, I’m thinking as I inhale all of it at once.
We take a cab to our hotel, on the Circular Quay overlooking the Harbour Bridge. Because it is 9:30am, I would be ridiculous to go to bed (though I desperately want to), so we leave our luggage and try to find a coffee, something that will let us know that we are on the other side of the earth from where we began.
We wander into some random coffee making establishment, and I spy something on the board called a flat white. I don’t care what it is. I just order it. I’ve never heard of it, and if I cilantro it, I can just learn my lesson and try something else next time.
Only, the flat white is amazing. It is exquisite. Utterly delightful. I have them almost every day for fifteen days, sometimes more than once per day in my caffeine inhaling “I may never have this again” frenzy.
I return home, and people look at me like I am insane when I order a flat white. They actually shove my “latte” to me across the coffee bar as if I’m some sort of coffee pervert who needs to get a life.
I still cannot get a decent flat white in the United States, though I keep trying. And, offending people. Regularly.
Luckily, flat whites are all the rage in London, where I went for Rotary Friendship Exchange. That means by sometime in 2011 or 2012, they will be the “brand new thang coffee drink” in the United States. Maybe, finally, over seven years later, I can enjoy a flat white on my home soil without any ugly looks from the snotty barista.
One can only hope……….