When the coffee shop recognizes me and remembers my regular order, it’s gonna be a good day. ☕️

Isn’t that always nice? I frequent this street food vendor where they make amazing medu wadas, and the guy knows exactly what I want and in what proportions to serve the two chutnies (equivalent to dips).

Feels good, doesn’t it?! They ask me if I want my regular, which makes me feel good!

coffee. Black. Simpler. Unless I’m at the office. Then I have to doctor the coffee with creamers.
