Coffee to go ... yuk

So there I am, wondering which overpriced coffee to try in the eatery opposite work. 'Try my invention,' pipes up the fresh-faced barista. 'Banana and caramel latte. When I open my own coffee shop it'll be a feature item.'

'Sounds awfully sweet,' I offer

'No, it's gorgeous!'

No, it is vile. No discernible banana taste (except when I belched) or coffee, just sugar. I managed half a cup before sacrificing it to the toilet gods.

I will be avoiding this nice young man's imaginary coffee shop.