Is that coffe or not ? One day I went for a walk along the beach in Brighton, the UK. It was a warm day in october. There were a lot of people including foreign tourists like me there. I got thirsty and went to a cafe near the beach. 'Hello' I said . 'Hi there' one of the staff replied with a lovely smile. I ordered 'I'll have a cup of coffee, please. She said ' Sure. We have Latte, American, espresso, cuppuccino, but I recommend the new one. It's blah-blah-blah......’ Unluckily I couldn't understand her explanation about the new one, because she spoke faster with passion. However, I thought it must be tasty from her great enthusiasm for the new one. So I said 'OK. The new one, please. After a while my coffee seemed to be ready. But when she was bringing it to me, I felt somethong wrong and starange. It wasn't a cup, actually was a tiny glass and some black liquid in it. 'Umm, I think I've seen the same one before, probably on Japanese TV programme about Dublin. I drank it a little , and suddenly the name came up in my mind. 'Come on! This is Irish Coffee.Oh my goddess! I drank too much yestreday.' Of course I wsan't in the mood to drink whiskey at the time. I left the cafe after I was struggling with my coffee for the moment. I know I should have asked her to speak more slowly. And then I've been struggling with English even now. By the way, my story goes on ......maybe.