When one goes to a fancy schmancy place, one feels fancy schmancy… that is, unless one doesn’t realize the appropriate attire for the Nutcracker at the Pacific Northwest Ballet is semi-formal and one arrives in jeans. Then one does not feel so fancy shmancy. But, that is a story for another day. Or, you know, never.
One such fancy shmancy restaurant I’ve enjoyed serves their coffee with cream, and sugar… and chocolate, and white chocolate, and (as I like to call it) whoop cream.
For a girl who has always enjoyed her cheap, bitter coffee with a dose of hot water and her pricey, bold coffee black, I was overjoyed at the new, fanciful options.
Shaved semi-sweet or Belgian chocolate .
Chocolate Striped Mikado Sticks. You know, just because you can.
White chocolate curls? Yes, please!
Fancy shmancy places eat your heart out.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be right here. Feeling fancy shmancy. In my jeans.