I am bilingual. My French is subpar, but I am fluent in
coffee. The waitress brings out English menus, but it is not needed because the
aroma from the espresso machine is my translator. The café’s inhabitants are
punctuation marks, adding emphasis and pauses that enhance my speech. Like with
any language, this café brings different people together. Khakis short wearers
meet up with suit and tie wearers, splicing individuals together who should
stand alone as independent clauses. However, it is these misused commas that
add life to speech. No one speaks with perfect grammar, not even in the
language of coffee.
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