My eyes scan the menu and I see all sorts of coffee competing with each other. Something catches my eyes, something that makes me think ''mm... what could this be?''.

I rushed into this colorful restaurant to escape from the heavy rain and found myself staring at alien names in the menu. Today I simply desire for a good cup of coffee. I sat down longing for something that could keep me active and perked up. I needed a good boost of energetic rush in me after crawling out of the piling papers back at the office.

So I find myself debating if I really wanted wad-coffee-is-this.

The waiter suggests that I must be searching for some Mustang Coffee. I recognize coffee but what in the world is Mustang? He explains that Mustang Coffee is just coffee with half a peg of whiskey. Why didn't I think of that? A little whiskey into my coffee.Sounds heavenly on a chilly day when you are feeling damp.

Doesn't matter what beans make up your coffee but adding a spoonful of whiskey does. I never asked why it was named Mustang but here is my assumption.

We've all heard of Tibet but how many of us have heard of Mustang in Tibet where people believe the Earth is flat, that illness is caused by evil spirits, and where women can have more than one husband. Mustang is surrounded by mountains so it exists on a high altitude and is quite cold. One thing that every person standing on the cold crust of earth thinks of is to keep himself warm and that's what alcohol gives you, it stirs the heat in you from the core and runs through your veins. Alcohol probably is part of their necessity just as rice is to others. Mustang people not only stay warm, they share a similar trait with the rest of the alcoholic earthlings. That is to create nuisance under intoxication as well. This one was inevitable.

As for coffee, it kick starts our day, prevents our bosses from catching us in our half-stoned states. The caffeine extremists like my mother prefers sugarless coffee. Do you what that means? That's chewing on raw bitter-gourd. How could she not cringe?

What do we get from the discovery of the alcoholic Mustang people and the more-costly-than-gold cocoa? It sums up to the waiter arriving with the Mustang-inspired heat in my regular coffee. The rain still beats on the pavements while the water droplets trickle down on the other side of the window. I sip the Mustang Coffee, mold my own Adams and Eves in Mustang, all inside my protective crown. Perhaps, I should backpack to Mustang and embrace the first Mustang I meet to show my gratitude for their inspiration in my much-needed coffee today. My first afternoon cocktail.

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