As she said, I slept all the way back to San Diego. I can still feel the warmth of the Irish coffee left on my mouth from last night. I wonder if these feeling are coming from Tina too? Im going to try if I can find the same warmth feeling in any of the caf around in San Diego.

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I check out this well known caf at San Diego and order Irish coffee. The environment is classy, though. I look at the price Wow! That is triple the price of Yeats.

As the server bring me my coffee, I feel really disappoint. What? They serve Irish coffee in a fancy porcelain cup? Come with a stir stick?? What happen to the Irish coffee glass with shamrocks and gold rims???

One sip of the coffee and I swear it is no way near what I had at Yeats. Is really easy for me to differentiate the two tastes. The coffee is not strong enough and the whisky is too bitter. With the colorful sugary cream on top, all that left is some eerie sweet inside my mouth. IS not suppose to be like this.

Even under all these appealing environment and exquisite packaging, this is not Irish coffee. Alright fine. I guess I have to take it as average coffee + liquor drinks. Warmth? Maybe the owner of this caf will feel warmth when I pay for my over charge coffee.

I try a couple more caf down the block. Ok, is a mistake and end up as a miserable search. No matter how careful and discreet person I am, I cant find Irish coffee in any of the menu.

I have to admit, I miss Irish coffee and I long for the warmth Tina gave to me. And it struck me as I remembered how Tina described making coffee with all ones heart. It value lies not in the fancy utensil; but from intentness of the person that make it. I guess I understand what that mean.

Is Thursday and Im back in LA having another meeting at UCLA. The meeting was over before 7pm. I spend some time at the local caf before the flight back to San Diego. No Irish coffee, no dice.