I have an awkward situation and I need some advice.
One of the most important things about moving to a new city is finding the perfect place to have coffee. I wake up early everyday and don’t have the luxury of someone at home making me coffee anymore. I leave the house at about quarter to 8 and arrive downtown Cordoba by foot at about quarter after – fifteen minutes to spare before I start my big, bad director job. A time when I am definitely ready for caffeine.
I have found that many places here which claim to serve coffee actually serve burnt, brown, drudge which is a torture to drink. I have more than once left half a glass or more of that stuff, my head spinning, my stomach churning as hand over my change. I was delighted to receive a tip from a fellow connoisseur for a joint that is actually owned by an Italian coffee giant only a few blocks from my office.
The espresso served is excellent! They even accompany their drinks with a piece of dark chocolate – who doesn’t like that?
Last Friday when I went for my usual cup of joe I was greeted by one of the regular staff members. He confirmed my order as I took my seat. All was dandy until I went to pay and he insisted my beverage was on him. I had a twenty in my hand he wouldn’t take. Fine, if he insisted on paying for my coffee, that would be ok. To remedy the situation I attempted to buy a sandwich. Thwarted again, after asking if I wanted to heat it up, in a bag, and other normal take-out questions – this guy is going way beyond chivilrous now.
My problem is that now I feel awkward buying my coffee there. If this turns into a regular thing then I will be forced to find a new coffee haunt, and I don’t want to do that. What to do?