As I’ve mentioned before, while the kids are at Tae Kwon Do, Josh and I hang out downstairs and have a latte. They also have free WiFi so I’m typing this right now as I wait for them to finish class. They go 2xs a week, but Monday nights are my favorite because the barista who works on Mondays is a coffee artist. Literally. He draws designs in my latte foam just like those people you see in latte art competitions.
Yes, they really have those. I swear, I saw one on Food Network one time. Anyway, I’d never seen it before in real life until my first Monday night latte. It was a heart. I couldn’t believe I didn’t have my camera with me.
Tonight he gave me a fern pattern. Isn’t it pretty? And as you sip the coffee, the foam stays on top so the design lasts until the very end. I think it made him happy when he saw me take a picture of it. Either that, or he thinks I’m a nut.
Not only is it beautiful, it is delicious. Best. Latte. Ever. It’s a good thing I don’t know what other days he works or I might find myself over there a little too often. Then he really would think I’m a nut.
If you want to see more examples of latte art, look here: pretty lattes
My three white belts — getting excited for their first test. I think they’ll be ready to test on Saturday. Too bad I won’t get to have my special latte as a celebratory drink that night. The Saturday night guy is fine, but he’s no artist.