After de-boarding my flight from London to D.C., I spent over an hour in the customs line trying to stay awake. I was so exhausted that even the floor looked cozy. I struggled through the brief interview; the aggressive agent who interrogated me asked very specific questions about my linguistics degree. Maybe he thought I was training to be a spy, or an assassin? Anyways, I then endured an inordinately nauseating taxi ride and emerged to the unwelcoming swampy weather. It was about 4 p.m. Eastern Time, and in England, I would be getting ready for bed. Fortunately, there is a cocktail to combat jet lag: the espresso martini.
Perhaps to my detriment, I was staying a block from a For Five Coffee Roasters location, which advertises on a sign that it serves “the best espresso martinis in Rosslyn.” Such a claim is unimpressive, since Rosslyn is relatively small and doesn’t have many bars. Still, I didn’t need much convincing to place an order. I just needed caffeine.
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