Inspired by one of today's posts on Tummymonsters.com, I thought I'd get this off of my chest once and for all. I cringe whenever I hear someone order an EXPRESSO. There's no “X” in the word, folks. If you don't know how to pronounce it, you shouldn't be allowed to: (a) serve it; (b) drink it; or (c) live. Then, if I ask for cream, I mean real cream… heavy cream… manufacturer's cream… heavy whipping cream. Not half and half. Not a non-dairy creamer. CREAM. That's what I asked for, and that's what I expect you to understand. Give it to me or get out of my way. Don't say you have something when you really have something else. You wouldn't walk into Burger King, ask for a Whopper, and expect to get a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in return, would you? You shouldn't be eating fast food in the first place, but I'll save that argument for another time. My point is: learn about what the hell you're eating or offering.