And NOTHING for my wife!
I'm pretty sure that was the impression I left with the super-barrista at a Parisien cafe this morning. I tried to order ONE coffee and TWO croissants. The coffee being for me and a delicious croissant for each of us. What I got was a croissant delivered to the table. Then when that was done and cleared away I got two coffees (one was sent back). And finally when that was done I was asked if I would like MY second croissant. I'm sure the guy didn't notice Mel ate the first one. He must have assumed I was some crazed tourist ordering my croissant "courses" sequentially.
Come to think of it, I would actually like to start doing that at home. It'd be fun to order up a Boston Cream donut and explicitly tell the Tim Hortons donut slinger to bring me a second donut IMMEDIATELY after I had finished my first one.
In defense of the super-barrista this morning, he was making and delivering tiny French coffees at an unbelievable rate. I think someone coming onto his turf who DOESN'T order a coffee really messes with his rhythm.
-Ryan
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