Although not a lover of coffee in any format, I will buy a frothy one when abroad and consider it the cost of renting a table and chair for an hour just to sit and watch the ripped jeans walk by.
The strangest coffee I ever had was in a little café in a place called Santana which is in deepest Madeira. It was one third coffee, two thirds spray cream, one third froth and a coating of hundreds and thousands !!
