I'm in Love (Part 2)

Vietnamese coffee...there really aren't words. With condensed milk it somehow isn't as cloyingly sweet as that I've had in the States. Black and over ice...it's perfect. It tastes like chocolate, very, very dark chocolate that doesn't give you the sugar shakes or anything. It's surprisingly kind to your stomach (although after nearly 15 years of daily coffee consumption, I just may be immune to all that now). Lucky for all of you, I accidentally purchased a kilo of weasel coffee to bring home--presents!