Brown Sugar, Who’s Ya Daddy?

Kris and I are working with Dave in the Brown Sugar Coffee Caravan of Lurrrrve today, Saturday, during the SeaBreeze Festival along the Nightcliff foreshore. It’s on from 2 – 10 p.m.

We’ve been practicing our capuccinos and espressos on the old machine…making, tasting, making another, tasting. Why, no, we haven’t slept since Thursday, actually. High as a kite on the amphetamine of the gods.

If you’re in the area, drop in for a cuppa!

Nah, we ain’t got no Decaf.

An’ we ain’t got no white sugar neither…

Nuh-uh, we ain’t got no tea, sorry.

But you sure as hell can has coffee. And what a coffee…

Dave is Brown Sugar’s Daddy-O. And possibly the coolest person I know. We love his retro green coffee caravan (housing an even more vintage Italian machine…), his tree-frog-green ’70s Holden, his poetry magnets and oversized vintage porn playing cards on the fridge, and his ’61 Jag, finally done up and running, with racing stripes and all. Awesome.

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