Black Coffee!!

Well I don’t understand why would one want to drink something so bitter. It’s becoming more of a fashion statement though these days. “One black coffee please” So I happened to try it once with my dad where both of us were just a bit “Angrez” as my mom puts it, to order the disgusting thing. I and dad are the remains of the British I suppose. (More on that later) So we were sitting at a very up- market coffee shop where we had full freedom to show off how cool we were. While my mother stuck to her usual lemon tea, we decided to experiment and give it a shot! Very delicately the coffee was placed in front of us with some amazing cookies and brownies. We looked at each other and said “wow finally we will drink it”. I looked at the mug of coffee and gave my dad a glance asking him if I should go for it. He like my ever encouraging dad had almost the Amrish Puri look from DDLJ – “ja jiley apni zindagi”! So I courageously picked the mug and took my first sip… and was quiet for some time. It hit me like a Patiala shot does. It was yuck! Looking at my surroundings, I decided to pretend to have loved it. And my dad, just used to alcohol and smokes, probably didn’t understand the taste or followed suit and pretended to love it. Once out of the hotel premises, my mother was the only one laughing her head off… while we wanted out very old coffee… Maybe it’s an “acquired taste”. I just did not acquire it!