Cofee and cake. Sweet or not. It really depends on you.
Downing cups of hot coffee in a sweaty udipi restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Occassionally he bites into deep fried oily medu vadas. He couldn’t care less about the murderous glances his cafe waiters were giving him. Two hours of hot sweaty work with extra bus loads had tired them all out. But he did not give a hoot that they had not taken their coffee break yet. He was sure they whacked some coffee and idlis occassionally in the kitchen. He let them do that. His fat fingers were two busy counting notes and exchanging the coins constantly pouring in as the crowds swelled and ebbed like the tides on the beach.
Coffee with ice cream. Heavenly in this heat.
The lounge music in the background filled the large room criss crossed with polished brown teak tables. The counter boasted a good collection of sandwiches, cakes and cookies. The staff was relaxed, friendly and cracking jokes. This was the lean hour with a couple of customers lingering over their cold coffees and cinnamon cookies. Hot favourites, the cinnamon cookies were always scarce. A selection of international coffees on the menu kept the place going. Occassionally madras filter coffee was requested and made available if it was the lean hour. The back door of his cafe opened into a udipi restaurant full of hot sweaty sour faces. The cooks loved making an extra buck though and were always ready to supply hot steaming cups of madras filter coffee.