The Oatmeal Latte

I have a gift. Well, I have many. This particular gift though is one of my favorites.  Any establishment I go to get coffee from more than once remembers me.

Not that exciting, you say? Wrong. It is totally freaking awesome.  I am never remembered at bars, at salons, rarely at restaurants… although the waitress at the all you can eat sushi place on my block remembers me thanks to the 2010 Sushi Eating Contest in which, if my memory is correct, C dominated with 72 pieces of sushi. (#Gross! #Awesome!). Or it’s because I once stuffed two rolls of sushi in my bag.

Anyways, coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee.

As previously mentioned, I stumbled upon this coffee place that serves an Oatmeal Latte.  I went in, all ready to experience this Yelp raved phenomenon, and was simple crushed when the man behind the counter told me he was all out of this curious wonder.  So then, the next day, when I went back in with the same high hopes, he had to tell me once again, they were out!  Geez! So that’s when he promised the next time I came in, he would have it for me for half off.  Score.

This morning, wearing the same shirt I wore last night and in less than tip top shape thanks to the egregious amount of wine I consumed at our St Patrick’s Day family dinner last night (St. Patrick’s Day starts really early here in Chicago) I needed this oatmeal latte. NEEDED.

When I walked in the man shouted “I have your oatmeal latte!” Do you see what I mean about the awesome remembering thing??

The oatmeal latte (soy, obvi) was FASCINATING.  All these years I have had my oatmeal and my coffee separate, what foolishness! This is amazing! Am I drinking it? Am I eating it? Who knows! It’s latte, it’s blueberries, it’s oaty, it’s SPECTACULAR!

Now, I am not going to say that this drink duo meal thing is magical, but, come on.  I mean, I was in rough shape this morning!  In fact, because of this oatmeal latte, I am finally coming to terms with the fact that I cannot be in two places at once. So, yes, I am going to quit my Chicago job today.  They have to know it’s coming. I am wearing jeans for christsake!

This is the best day ever.

OATMEAL LATTE!

Should I get a t-shirt that says “I (four leaf clover) Chicago?” I smell like corned beef.

-H