A few weeks ago, I treated myself to nougat macchiato at Herriot’s. I could spoil this story by going into detail about how it might have been a nougat cappuccino or something of that sort, and that it might not have been weeks ago but months ago, but bear with me. It was busy, so you pay first and then wait for them to come up with your drink, and so when the friendly coffee man put a beverage in front of me, I said something to the effect of, “Dear Sir, pray tell me, is this the nougat beverage I requested?”
His answer took a little while: