I know it's been awhile since my last review and it's not because I wasn't really moved and / or inspired to write one, it's just my lazy writing self has just been happily relegated to check-ins and posting pics. But thanks to Cowgirls Espresso, I am once again inspired to report on the wonderful world of food and other stuff . . . so hold on to your seats 'cause this is gonna be a whopper:
Oh my dear sweet Vegas, how I truly truly love thee. Just when I thought I've seen it all, you decide to once again push the envelope and sent my imagination free falling into this weird abyss of strange possibilities (either that or depravity).
But let me give some much needed SF context so you can fully appreciate all the glory of Cowgirls Espresso.
First of all, I appreciate a good espresso. I don't always necessarily demand it, but when I need that caffeine pick-me-up, it is my preferred means.
Second, there's a place called Cowgirl Creamy in the City that produces some outstanding local cheeses and therefore, for whatever reason, I thought these two fine establishments were somehow related (I mean it's still possible but super unlikely) and I would be getting a fairly good espresso beverage.
Here's the thing: I totally got a refreshing iced cappuccino. I mean the espresso could have been a little more robust so it better retained its flavor in the midst of the milk and ice, but I don't wanna be overly nitpicky.
What I was totally and completely unprepared for was to drive up and see the barista only wearing a bikini bottom and pasties . . . and neither was my passenger . . . who happened to be my wife. I'm just glad our little one wasn't sitting in the backseat. I could almost hear it now:
Daddy what was the lady wearing?
Ummm . . . her uniform.
That's a funny looking uniform.
Yes dear, it is. It really is. But it gets really hot in Vegas and ummm . . .
*abrupt and desperate change in subject*
did you catch any new Pokemon, sweetie?
Was the experience awkward?
Hell yes.
Did I keep my eyes up?
You better believe I did.
Will I be going back?
*crickets*
So there you have. Consider yourself fully warned.
*On a side note, a friend said I was pronouncing the name of the place all wrong and it should sound more like:
Cowgirl Sexpresso.
To which I said:
Sexpresso indeed.