A (terribly shocking!) moment in time


I have been an expat for the last decade, half of it in Asia. I am quite used to the cultural differences between our continents. Or that’s what I naively thought, before visiting this little Korean supermarket by my home.

The shock was immediate! Check what’s written on the Can. It is simply terrible.

Not that the maker himself acknowledges that the beverage is “slightly acidic” ( I bet it is a nice euphemism!), or that it “has a distinct aroma and favor” ( at least you’ve been warned! ) . But that it proudly states that what’s inside is “French Cappuccino” !!! So wrong, so, so wrong. I felt my chin tremble and cursed this globalization that does not respect anything, anymore. All of a sudden, I felt very old.

Still in shock, I headed to Fujinoya, a few meters away from the horror. The Japanese patisserie serves the best Capuccino in town, and probably far beyond. As I sipped my heart shaped elixir, globalization blinked at me.


30 thoughts on “A (terribly shocking!) moment in time

  1. and seriously, which kind of humans can drink that ? brrrr… like selling your mouthwatering meals in capsules (see??? it hurts, doesn’t it??? 😉

    1. Oh dear, it goes beyond fashion. It’s the taste, the ambience, the aroma… We often say we are “eating with our eyes as well”. A nicely set table, an espresso in a glass, a single macaron on the side. It is already an invitation to travel, don’t you think? Hmm.. I woke up on a poet mood, vive la France 🙂

  2. Hahaha! Loved this post. Globalisation fucking blinks at us, every time, Frenchie. We blinked first and they won. I took a photo of this and sent it to my French mate in HK. Off to have my genuine thing this morning… 🙂

  3. I suggest you buy up their entire supply and drop it in the ocean off Mactan, in an instant.

    (See what I did there … “instant”? … oh, nevermind).

    1. 😀 But What if it kills all the fishes, worth than the cruelest net(spresso) (this one was very lame. Sorry)

  4. While I lived in Japan, I was half-amazed, half-repulsed by the very notion of Any Hot Beverage in a Can. I mean, I was more than aware that the Japanese had perfected on-the-go “konbini” to a ridiculous extreme; I just wasn’t prepared for it at all. And everything in a vending machine. Everything. Not just coffee in a can. I lived a block or two away from a vending machine that sold cans of beer AND bottles of whiskey. About a half a mile down the road, there were a row of vending machines selling everything from hot coffee in a can to ramen to flower arrangements. Insane.

    1. Waou, I had no idea it could be so extreme!!! That’s what I call cultural clash 😛 THink about those little things we associate with pleasure, typically like coffee. Even if what’s in the can happened to be drinkable, I would be totally repulsed by the packaging. I guess it is cultural. But definitely one of those things that can make you big time homesick on a tired day 😛 Thanks for stopping by, and cheers to proper glasses and mugs..with a real coffee my dear 😉

  5. wow, enjoyed reading it, I felt like I was sipping a coffee…!!!

    Hats of to your writing skill, I enjoyed reading it..short and deliciously savouring!

    And, yes, Indeed, that happened with me too…in fact, it was the same reason, which stopped me from buying any handicraft items while I was travelling India, as each and every craft is available for sell in Mumbai, my Hometown,,haha

    1. heheh, thanks for stopping by! 😉 and thanks a lot for your very sweet words, so encouraging, thanks, thanks thanks!

    1. Cappucino , like real Coffees, are my “Madeleine de Proust”. They bring back all those sweet memories from the past, they are much more than a caffeine shot. Can not work when they are caged in a can. They need oxygen to breath, to do their magic. Cappucino in Can no Pasaran! Hasta la revolucion, companeros!

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