Best Guilty Pleasure
Spanish Coffee, La Bodega Tapas Bar
There's a bumper sticker on a truck somewhere in Kansas City that reads, simply, "Fuck Guilt." La Bodega Tapas Bar should commission the driver of that truck to cruise Southwest Boulevard at night, because giving guilt the finger is about the only way that anyone's going to order La Bodega's flaming coffee. This unbelievably expensive drink could buy several glasses of milk for Afghani refugees. And its contents blur your vision, speed up your heart rate and act as an aphrodisiac if you're sharing the sweet, sugar-sprinkled lip of your cup with anyone at all. (That sugar caramelizes when your server lights the alcohol on fire.) The combination of Kahlua, coffee, Bacardi: 151 and whipped cream provides several visceral pleasures in no subtle terms. The drink may get you drunk, but any sleepy stupor is replaced by a caffeine jolt that urges repressed desires to express themselves with none of the good judgment that sobriety imposes. Guilt plays no useful role once this point is reached. Guilt is an unproductive emotion, especially when you've just consumed flammable materials.
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