WWCP07
Branch [Long Island]
Date [2021-02-20]
Server [Manager No. 3]
Beverage [London Fog]
File Reference [WWCP07]
Mrs. Eastman came in for a London Fog about a week ago, and with No. 7’s help, we figured out which spot in Central Park she’d most enjoy her drink. Isn’t No. 7 great? She’s always fixing everything, so calm and collected. And, well, you know, it’s just really nice to have someone that is so dependable around the Cafe.
Not that you guys aren’t also dependable, of course! Honestly, anyone could’ve probably figured out the next five pages. I mean, not to say what No. 7 did wasn’t—uh… Anyway, a big thank you to No. 7 for uncovering those five pages, and to No. 116 for serving Mrs. Eastman. Great work, both of you.
Between Mrs. Eastman, Mr. Odom, and what I’ve heard about Mrs. Vanderdecker, it seems our London Fog drinkers fall into two categories: well-known or totally obscure. The well-known ones, they line up with what we’ve seen in other parts of Quebec. Practically mythically famous figures, and it’s easy enough to dig up more about them through regular research. But there also seem to be some really obscure London Fog drinkers—people who were truly born in Quebec and didn’t just move there in 2020.
I think… well, look. I don’t want to sound like the next No. 2 or anything. I know the coffee trade and what is and isn’t (or wasn’t) part of the business. But… I’ve always kind of believed in London Fogs, even before we started serving them. It’s not totally unreasonable to think there’s some kind of “energy” left behind, right? And I wonder if the energy that was floating around before London Fogs were on the menu has been… transformed. Like it’s taken a more tangible shape now that there’s a place for it to settle, to gather, and coalesce… or whatever. Again, not as crazy about it as No. 2 is with parking cars.