So, they don’t know what a London Fog is here (If you don’t know what it is either, suffice it to say that it is the best tea-based beverage in all creation). They had no trouble making me one when I told them what was in it (half Earl Grey, half steamed milk, vanilla flavour shot), but did kind of look at me funny. I hadn’t realized that the London Fog was a sort of local delicacy – I’ve never encountered a barista who hasn’t known what it was (although if I order one at a Starbucks they generally correct me and tell me that “oh, here we call that a Tea Misto(tm),” a name I refuse to use because it’s a stupid one), and had always assumed they were a global phenomenon, but now I wonder if they are more of a Southern Ontario kind of phenomenon. At any rate, I plan to be a pretentious jerk who demands things that aren’t on the menu and order London Fogs at every coffee shop in Los Angeles, and, just you wait, by this time next year Perez will be reporting that they are the new beverage of choice of the glitterati. And it will be because of me, trendsetter par excellence.
Now if only I could find some way to get one of those elusive Brazillian Fogs (half steamed milk, half yerba mate, half magic involving berries and maybe coconuts, never the same three halves twice).
Oh, PS: That picture of David Duchovny? The one in Vanity Fair advertising Californication? The one where he has no nipples? The one that I can’t provide a link to because nobody has been nerdy enough yet to scan it and post it on the internet and that I can’t scan myself because my copy is on my dresser in Port Elgin (and has tea spilled on it anyways)? Well, it’s been blown up to about a million feet tall and plastered on the side of a building overlooking Hollywood Boulevard. I didn’t have the chance to get a good look at it the other day to verify the presence of nipples, but hopefully tomorrow I will have the opportunity to conduct an investigative report (ie: I will drive past again and get a better look and maybe a picture), so please watch this space for news on the presence or absence of David Duchovny’s nipples.
PPS: A real update on what I’m doing really is coming, really it is – I’m just still stealing unreliable wireless from somewhere and blogging from a bed in a hotel and the update will come once my desk and computer and everything are all set up in my apartment and I can commit a bit of time and effort. But things have been generally crazy since I got here – lots of running around and assembling Ikea furniture and more running around – so I’m kind of all over the place right now.