Boutique coffee story Irish coffee story

Exactly how Irish coffee was invented may have been unknown for a long time, but it is generally believed that it was not invented by the Irish.

At present, the mournful love story of Irish coffee, which is widely circulated, adds a lot of color to Irish coffee. Since it is only a cup of coffee and a story, why should we insist on being true or false? Legend has it that Irish coffee was invented by a bartender at Dublin airport (the whisky used for Irish coffee happens to be produced in the region), and Irish coffee was created by a beautiful stewardess he had a crush on for years.

The bartender fell in love with the stewardess at first sight at the airport. He thought she was as mellow and pure as Irish Jameson whiskey. The bartender is very good at mixing cocktails, but it is a pity that the stewardess only has a penchant for coffee. She only orders different coffee every time and never asks for cocktails. In order to express his love, the bartender blended coffee with Irish Whiskey, who best reflects her temperament, and created Irish coffee, which was added to a unique menu only when the beloved stewardess showed up. The bartender will take out the menu.

God played a little joke with the bartender. Although the stewardess would order different coffee every time she appeared, she did not find Irish coffee, but the bartender was not discouraged and waited as usual.

God lived up to the kind-hearted man, and finally one day, the stewardess ordered Irish coffee. When he first made Irish coffee for someone he had a crush on for the first time, the bartender could not help but burst into tears. He secretly wiped away the tears with his fingers and then wiped the tears around the rim of the cup.

So the stewardess became the first person lucky enough to taste Irish coffee. The first taste of that unique cup of Irish coffee was salty, wet and fermented, which was the taste of deep yearning and repressed love. The stewardess fell in love with Irish coffee. From then on, she no longer ordered any kind of coffee aimlessly, but only ordered Irish coffee every time she visited, and the bartender gradually became familiar with her.

Until one day, she came to the airport, ordered the last cup of Irish coffee and told the bartender that she had decided not to be a stewardess anymore, so she came to tell him Farewell.

When he heard Farewell, he understood that this was the last time he made Irish coffee for his beloved her, but he still didn't muster up the courage to express his love, just asked her faintly: Want some tear drops? A love ended in the silence of the bartender and the daze of the stewardess, leaving only the smell of Irish coffee.

Is it the bartender who doesn't understand love, or the stewardess who doesn't know whiskey? Or maybe they all know it, so they let Irish coffee carry it all.