Wimpy coffee and I have walked a long happy road together. The sweet, caffeinated
taste of the famous favourites, since 1967, carried me through long Sunday
hours at my part-time job. I was a student and, like most students, my
favourite past time was staying up until something-silly-am – shower and hit
the gym, not to train, but to work (I was a part-time receptionist).
The first hour and a half was torture and then the employee from the Wimpy
next door would come in a bring me my saviour in a red cup. It was routine,
they knew as soon as they get in, take a cup of coffee to the blond next door.
That was how my journey with Wimpy coffee started.
As I entered the world of adulthood, responsibility, work and no more something-silly-am
shenanigans, I came to rely on the strong caffeinated taste of the famous favourite, since 1967, to kick
start my day (at random point during the day).
Of late, I have noticed that the strong taste of caffeine has been dying
a slow death of pure milk. How is milk going to keep me going? My mom in-law,
you must love mothers – they always have the best advice, suggested that next I
ask for an extra strong coffee. Of course! Extra strong coffee is guaranteed to
contain all the caffeine an adult woman would need to function.
This morning I popped into Wimpy, “One cup of famous Wimpy coffee,
please. Oh, make it a mega, extra strong please, loads of caffeine, thank you”.
That first anticipated sip… was dreadful. I sipped again and again and
again, but the taste wouldn’t change. The famous favourite, since 1967, tasted
like nothing but glorified milk and water with a dash of, what taste suspiciously
like, jik.
More than half the cup remains untouched.
Wimpy coffee has died. RIP my dear, dear old friend, my saviour in a
red cup.
Wimpy coffee, famous favourite, since 1967 to 2014.
