It was on the tip of my tongue, but Affogato.
But affogato 'bout it.
Because affogato
Colleague: Affogato
Me: Yeah I forgot too, I'm sure there's a name for it...
The man frowns. “What do you mean it’s a secret? What’s the special today? Is it a latte?”
The barista shakes her head.
“A mocha?”
She shakes her head again.
“Oh, come on! Tell me! A cappuccino?”
She shakes her head.
“An affogato?”
She shakes her head.
The man is getting frustrated at this point. “Can you at least give me a clue!?”
The barista thinks for a moment, then points at a jar on the counter. “Ok, the special is in this jar.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”
The man, enraged at this point, tries to grab the jar.
The barista grabs it too.
They fight for control and the man wretches it away only for the jar to fall on the ground and its contents spill out onto the floor.
The man stares, “It’s just been normal coffee this whole time?!”
The barista shrugs, “I guess you spilled the beans.”
But affogato
Affogato the name.
Affogato
Affogato.
So I was with my dad and sister at a gelato place. My sister sees a sign that says "affogato" and asks what it is. My dad quickly responds with "I don't know! Affogato!"
Protip: say it out loud.
Affogato.
