I stop for coffee this afternoon at the Goldrush Coffee Bar because it’s near my house and an all-time favorite song pops into my head whenever I enter: Neil Young’s “After the Gold Rush.” (Prophetic lyrics here.)
Coffee black for me, but “Tutley’s Triumph” catches my eye on the chalkboard menu. I’m told it’s a blend of white and dark chocolate, cinnamon, and vanilla syrup. In other words, a surprise sure to please Suzame, sissy coffee drink aficionado.
“Who’s Tutley?” I ask the barista, assuming it might be him and the drink his crowning achievement. “A dog,” he says.
Another barista, Paul, kept making the drink for a girl, he explains. Girl carries an inflection hinting that romance was part of the recipe. Every time she came in, she asked for “Paul’s drink.”
It was decided the drink deserved a catchier name. Asked how Tutley the dog won the honor, the barista says, smiling, “I haven’t a clue.” Something tells me there’s more to the story. Or that’s what I want to believe . . . a sweet love potion and hissing-steam serenade.
The next time I stop for coffee, I might muster the courage to suggest they rename Tutley’s Triumph after another Neil Young classic, “Cinnamon Girl:”
I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
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