As you might know from reading previous essays, I am a man who likes his extreme foods. Whether it’s a , a or an exotic dish at a , I like to play with my food choices.
And so it is, I am happy to report, I have discovered the super-secret NBT () in coffee concoctions, thanks to and good folks at .
It’s called …. (drumroll, please) … a yolo.
Don’t ask me which letters to capitalize, but it stands for “You Only Live Once.” It should be noted that the drink wasn’t named “yoteh” (You Ought To Live Healthily) or “yatayciay” (You Ain’t Thinkin’ About Your Caffeine Intake, Are You?)
I do love caffeine. As a trained, once-upon-a-time journalist, I feel it is my solemn duty to consume as much coffee and hard liquor as possible in any 24-hour period.
I also love the idea of ordering something that’s not actually on the menu. It just makes the thing so cool, like a secret handshake or a password at a Prohibition speakeasy.
“I’ll have the ‘yolo,’ ” wink wink, nod, say no more.
Justin mentioned the yolo during Swedish Days, and I blame him for the subsequent addiction and years of therapy that will no doubt be required at the Yolo Clinic.
What is the yolo, you ask?
I’m not exactly sure. But I think it has something to do with six shots of espresso and coffee. After that, well, wink wink, nod, say no more.
I know my eating and drinking choices will not win the . Geneva Patch’s self-appointed champion of exercise, healthy-eating, safe driving and personal responsibility will, no doubt, have yet another opportunity to change my mind in a subsequent essay of his own.
But to that I can only say, under the spell of a caffeine-aided communion with the ancients.
“Yolo, my friend.”
You Only Live Once.
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