Remember Pousse Cafes?
July 28, 2015
I certainly do. When I was a cocktail waitress, conventioneers loved to come into the lounge I worked in and order pousse cafes all around. This was a nightmare for the bartender, who had to make the things – but more of a nightmare for the waitress, who had to carry them, very carefully, across the dining room, with a tableful of drunks hoping that you'd trip. They tasted terrible too – sticky sweet.
But they were very pretty. And I never knew that this particular contraption even existed:
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