Lattes are pretty gay.
Way back in the 70s before anyone heard of Starbucks, my Italian mom used to make us “latte caffe” in the morning. Milk with coffee and sugar. We were skinny as rails, so she’d also beat a raw egg and throw that in the mix.
Now THAT wasn’t gay. It was like a scene out of Rocky. :D
“Lattes are pretty gay.”
Amen.