Rainy Saturday morning. Cold, hungry, badly in need of a caffeinated beverage, and hazily recalling the random stranger explaining to me last night that my Irish and Chinese heritage was the “perfect mix”.
So, I’m a lactose-intolerant convict? What can I do? Well, maybe I could avoid ordering drinks which are mixed with milk. As fantastic as they were.
A little tip for any budding bar-tenders out there though: If you absolutely must sniff the contents of the milk carton in front of the person you’re about to pour it for (mmm, fresh), don’t do it with that indifferent look on your face that says, “even if this milk is off I probably don’t have the energy or enthusiasm to screw my nose up”.
Soy White Russian, anyone?
Eww.