There is a specific look on a Greek person's face, somewhere around the third week of living in Serbia, that I have now seen many times. It is the look of someone who has just been handed a tall glass of cold instant coffee with a cloud of sweetened whipped cream on it, by a smiling waiter who is genuinely pleased with himself.
They ordered a freddo cappuccino. They received a frappé wearing a hat.
The five stages
It goes like this, every time, and the timeline barely varies:
- Denial. "They have it on the menu, so obviously they know what it is."
- Anger. Tasting it. Discovering the espresso was never involved at any point.
- Bargaining. Explaining to the waiter, in increasingly fluent Serbian, what αφρόγαλα is and why the milk must be cold. Watching him nod warmly and bring the same drink.
- Depression. Ordering domestic coffee for two months and pretending this is fine.
- Acceptance. Buying a milk frother. Making it at home. Becoming, in their circle of friends, The One Who Makes The Coffee.
Serbian coffee culture is excellent, and that is precisely the problem. A country that takes its coffee seriously assumes it already knows what your coffee is. Nobody is being lazy — they are being confident, which is worse.
The legend of Sotiris
Among Greeks in Serbia there circulates, in the manner of all good folklore, the story of Sotiris.
Sotiris, so the story goes, once ordered a freddo cappuccino somewhere in Serbia and received a freddo cappuccino. A real one. Correct espresso, correctly aerated, cold milk foam of the proper thickness, no sugar in the foam, no cream, no cinnamon that nobody asked for.
The details, unfortunately, are lost. Nobody knows the town. Nobody knows the café. Some say it was on a road trip and Sotiris was not paying attention to where he was, which is the most Sotiris part of the story. Others maintain he was simply very tired and the drink was ordinary, which is the version told by people who have given up hope.
The account is uncorroborated and the evidence is, frankly, nil. But every diaspora needs one story where things worked out, and this is ours.
So make it yourself. Here is how.
The good news is that it is easy. The bad news is that there are exactly four places to go wrong, and most people manage at least two.
What you need
- Espresso — a double, freshly made and hot. Not instant. This is not a stylistic preference; instant coffee produces a frappé, which is a perfectly good drink and a completely different one.
- An electric frother — the stick kind is fine. In Greece every café has a φραπιέρα; at home a handheld one costs very little and does the job.
- Cold milk — straight from the fridge. Semi-skimmed froths best. Not warm, not room temperature, and not, under any circumstances, whipping cream.
- Ice — proper cubes, and more than feels reasonable.
The coffee
Pull a double espresso. If you take sugar, add it now, while the coffee is hot, and stir until it dissolves. Sugar added later will sit at the bottom of the glass in a sulk and you will taste it only in the final mouthful.
Put the hot espresso in a tall vessel with two or three ice cubes and froth it for about fifteen seconds. It will go pale, thick and slightly foamy. This step is the whole difference between freddo espresso and "espresso I put in the fridge", and skipping it is the most common mistake after the instant-coffee catastrophe.
Pour it over a glass filled generously with ice.
The αφρόγαλα
This is the part that gets butchered. Take cold milk — about 80 to 100 ml — and froth it cold. No heat at any stage. Keep going until it thickens into something that sits on a spoon: not bubbles, not liquid, a proper dense foam. It takes longer than you expect, usually thirty to sixty seconds.
Do not sweeten the foam. Not with sugar, not with syrup, not with condensed milk. The sweetness belongs in the coffee, which you already handled.
Spoon or pour the foam on top, three to four centimetres of it. It should sit there as a distinct layer rather than mixing in.
What not to do
- No whipped cream. This is the single most common local improvement and it is the one that causes the face.
- No cinnamon, cocoa or chocolate powder unless the person drinking it asked.
- No straw shoved through the foam before it is presented. The foam is not an obstacle; it is half the drink.
- Do not stir it. It is built in layers on purpose.
The phrases, since you will need them
If you are going to fight this fight in a Serbian café, fight it in Serbian. It roughly doubles your chances.
- "Espresso, not instant coffee." — Еспресо, не нес.
- "Cold milk, frothed — not whipped cream." — Хладно млеко, умућено — не шлаг.
- "No sugar in the foam, please." — Без шећера у пени, молим.
- "Yes, I know it sounds strange. Trust me." — Да, знам да звучи чудно. Верујте ми.
And if you are Serbian, learning Greek, and planning a summer in Greece: order a φρέντο καπουτσίνο and specify the sweetness — σκέτο, μέτριο or γλυκό. Getting that one word right marks you out immediately as someone who has been before.
If anyone reading this is Sotiris, or knows which café it was, the Greek community in Serbia would like a word. Preferably with an address.