Hazelnuts it’s beautiful; this hot hazelnut coffee, made with sweet syrup and no hazelnuts at all, tasting nothing like hazelnuts and much like the future which bangs outside, brassy, band and big. it’s sunlight and slamming the pavements, slamming the window and slamming your hands on the coffeeshop table like the clip of a closing pianolid, and you’ve gotten two messages since sitting down, and both of them have been good; delicious like false hazel. it’s a wonderful thought, isn’t …