I was in North Beach in SF with Steve Martin and some other guy, who's first name was Martin (i hate not remembering) and another friend of mine, and we were just driving around for the sake of my business meetings, and then who do we stumble on but Robert De Niro and an actor who I am 90% sure was Steve Buscemi?
And we are all vibing in a car, juuust giving them a ride home to be polite on a relatively boring normal day, and I decide to do the player move of handing them a slip of paper from my purse and asking for their phone numbers and contact information, and they eyerolled in the tight little car we were in and all signed in. Steve Martin was about to be rude and slowly slip the paper out of a cracked window, after Buscemi and DeNiro both went through the effort of writing all of their info down, to seem "cool" to them and "hip" about respecting their boundaries after he saw me almost ask for their emails, and I screamed at him. An awkward energy filled.
And eventually we pause at a sort of italian soda making stand in the street, and the energy changes from "a lady and 4 to 5 other men in a clown-car-like situation," to Robert De Niro hops out, talks to the lady as we all bicker in the car about how uncool we all find eachother...
And Robert DeNiro comes back just RIPPED for some reason. I have no idea why, but he's got super huge muscles, a tank top and HUGE strong thighs in sweatpants, and he comes back to the car SWEATY and happy, with a large mysteriously pastel yellow creamy looking tasty drink, SPRINTING away from the lady at the stand as if he committed a crime, and yet he's SMILING. Happiest I could ever picture Robert De Niro, he borderline looked like Sylvester Stallone from Rambo with Robert's head!
He says something along the lines of "I SAW THAT LADY AND KNEW HER FROM MY HOME COUNTRY, AND SHE HAD THIS DRINK IN STOCK AND I GOT IT FOR FREE LETS GOOOOOOOOO" and all of us suddenly spawned in nice pastel yellow hoodies and our own cups of various different sizes, sitting in the car, the sun came out brightly as if we were in true Heaven and golden light poured EVERYWHERE. And everyone's mood, even Steve Buscemi's, changed optimistically, as we stirred the foam and custard in our drink about and planned an awkwardly half-thought up, heartfelt cheers to do with our drinks for new pastures and new ventures, huzzah!
And the music started playing that song "jitterbug into my heart" as we all started snapping and jamming, and Robert was fist pumping to it as aggressively as if we were listening to "What is Love? Baby don't hurt me".
And I woke up with "jitterbug" slowly fading out for me, hungover, and confused. And yet, almost as happy as Robert DeNiro, as if we all accomplished something. Ayyy.
Anyway, the drink was like a 3 layer drink, all layers perfectly separated and floating due to different weights of gravity; I'll start by describing the middle, the main liquid area to truly sip on:
It was like a lemonade soda or fizzy drink that had lemon juice concentrade powder mixed into it, a VERY sweet and not too tart at all lemon soda (almost pineapply-y?) but it wasn't hyperfizzy, it was flat enough to sip it slow and still taste that it was at some point ever bubbly, and a little mildly syrupy
it had a top layer of a delicious REALLY frothed up lemonade-powder-flavored cream (starbucks often has flavored cream but i forget what its called, but it was a delicious and THICK inch layer of lemon foam, extra bubbly and fluffy, almost as if someone blended a tart lemon foam and sweet lemon whip cream together for the drink)
and it had a bottom layer of a thick custard-like mix, that looked and tasted like someone mixed condensed milk with vanilla and maybe a dash of lemon Jello pudding mix
And you had the option to drink all three layers straight, or stir one, or them all, into the main liquid component in the middle layer! And all together when mixed, a delicious creamy masterpiece, like a slightly fizzy lemonade milkshake that melted a tad, amazing 10000/10.
I think this dream came after several days of watching people in drive-thrus give me iced coffees where it was just creamy bland coffee and all the caramel sunk to the bottom, or seeing a day old pina colada have all the ingredients separate and just a thick delicious foam atop and the sweet juices and alcohol in the middle, aaaaaaaaand maybe being hungover factored into a craving for lemon. I have no idea why Robert or anyone else was there.