Why did I assume there were two sausages on top? (Komeda's Coffee Wiener Coffee)

For 68 years, I have believed that Wiener coffee was coffee topped with two sausages. I even thought they might be octopus-shaped sausages. Today, at Komeda's Coffee, I faced the real thing for the first time in my life. What was on top was not a sausage.

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Wiener coffee is coffee topped with two sausages.
That is what I believed. For 68 years, the whole time.
I even seriously considered that they might be those small red ones, the octopus-shaped sausages that open up when you cut them.
This is no joke. I truly thought that.

Today, at a Komeda's Coffee in Fukuoka, I faced off with Wiener coffee for the first time in my life.

Let me tell you a little story from the past.
When I was a child, we were incredibly poor. Even so, my parents tried to raise me to be a strong man. My father would carry his fishing rod to the sea, and my mother would grill meat.
My father was a genius at fishing. Thanks to that, I ate high-quality fish like sea bream and eel almost every day.
I didn't know they were expensive fish. I had no sense of gratitude for them. I would crunch through everything, even the bones.
That is how I became a boy with bones like a superalloy.
Even I, with my superalloy bones, had no choice but to bow my head today.
The Wiener coffee was brought to me.
There were no octopus sausages on top.
There was cream on top.

It was pure white, generous, swirled cream. I didn't know that until I was 68. How embarrassing.
I didn't know how to drink it. For now, I just tried sipping it as it was.
The cream got all over my upper lip.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.
I took off my shoes with a grunt and stood up on the chair. Then, under a sudden spotlight, I sang in a high voice like the Vienna Boys' Choir.

Of course, that's a lie.
Anyway, it was a happy taste.
The bitterness of the hot coffee and the sweetness of the cold cream collided in my mouth and became one. It was a flavor that made me want to keep stirring it with a spoon forever.
While gazing at the Shiro-Noir poster, I suddenly remembered my father who went to the sea and my mother who grilled meat.
Did those two, who fed me sea bream and eel, know about Wiener coffee?

I wish I could have had those two, who have gone to heaven, drink a cup too.
Goodness, even after living for 68 years, there are still so many things I don't know.
Thank you for reading. I plan to write about another pathetic discovery like this next time.

Oh my, oh my.

Student's note