When my barista gave me my cortado, she apologized that her latte art
turned out to be an onion rather than a rosetta. No apology necessary as it’s still latte art and it tasted wonderful.
An Onion
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When my barista gave me my cortado, she apologized that her latte art
turned out to be an onion rather than a rosetta. No apology necessary as it’s still latte art and it tasted wonderful.