beauty at Vivaci’s in Seattle

For not being a cafe latte lover, this beautiful latte almost had me convinced that I could, indeed, become a lover of espresso mixed with hot milk.  As I’m accustomed to doing with any coffeeish drink, I didn’t need to dump sugar into this one as there was no bitterness.

Actually, I hardly wanted to touch it, much less drink it because it was so beautiful.  I felt as if I was enjoying a piece of art — crafted by the pierced boy behind the counter.  Pictures of lattes were hanging around the shop, displaying the best-of-the-best steamed milk creations. It was a special 15 minutes for me and this latte (and my donut).

I still must be on guard, though, because Jeff & Amy were warning me that not all cafe lattes are created equal.  I suppose it’s a slippery slope back down to my world of dumping sugar into brown bitterness…  Oh Vienna, don’t let me down.  I really need to start enjoying this world of coffee in order to become socially appropriate outside of Maryland, and it certainly helps when it actually tastes good….