Delft – Leiden
I tap the plastic with a vague sense of doom. Not at all what I expected. They can’t spell my name, that’s the first myth confirmed. I thrash my straw through the goo, the texture is closer to a slush puppy than a coffee. I push the cup to my lips, if I cross my eyes I can see how the brown muck slowly crawls my way. Are you supposed to drink it or spoon it? I stuff the straw back in and try again. Jesus, cold! Ice-coffee, hence the structure. The flavour is a familiar one, but why… Another slurp and there it is. Oreo!