café mocha
See also: cafe mocha
English edit
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Etymology edit
From French café mocha.
Noun edit
café mocha (countable and uncountable, plural café mochas)
- Synonym of mocha (“type of coffee”).
- 1991, Stephen Beachy, The Whistling Song: A Novel, New York, N.Y., London: W. W. Norton & Company, →ISBN, page 229:
- I stood up, sudden. I said, “My parents are dead.” / “Mmm hmm,” he said, looking away. “We’ll soon share that characteristic, your parents and I. But why don’t you come in? Join me for a steaming cup of café mocha. It’s one of those International coffees. You know the commercials: for the moments of your life. But come, come . . .”
- 1996, Steve Sjogren, “Appendix Two: How to Conduct a Serving Survey”, in Servant Warfare: How Kindness Conquers Spiritual Darkness, Ann Arbor, Mich.: Vine Books, Servant Publications, →ISBN, page 205:
- I am driven enough through life that I can easily go for weeks and hardly notice people. My best new project ideas come to me as I putter at a local mall with a cup of café mocha and mull over the question, “Where is there brokenness, frustration, and pain I can address?”
- 1998, Susan Taggart, chapter 11, in Web of Intrigue (Portraits), Minneapolis, Minn.: Bethany House Publishers, →ISBN, page 59:
- “I’m surprised you’re doing so much business this early in the morning.” / Les laughed, sitting the steaming cup of café mocha in front of Justin. “Can’t keep those kids off the computers. They’re turning into a bunch of little addicts.”
- 2002, Bronwyn Schweigerdt, The UnDiet: Painless Baby Steps to Permanent Weight Loss (Without a Day on a Diet), Phoenix, Ariz.: ACW Press, →ISBN, page 62:
- Okay, if you are one of the many Americans that have found yourself attracted to coffee drinks (you know, the café mochas, lattes, café au lait and cappacinos[sic]), there’s a lot you need to know.
- 2005, Michelle Graham, “The Lie We Buy: Beauty and Culture”, in Wanting to Be Her: Body Image Secrets Victoria Won’t Tell You, Downers Grove, Ill.: InterVarsity Press, →ISBN, page 11:
- Nostalgia. Walks down memory lane fill me with warm fuzzies—right up there with a warm bubble bath and a good cup of café mocha.
- 2005 November, Rick R. Reed, “Reckless Endangerment”, in Sage Vivant, M. Christian, editors, Confessions: Admissions of Sexual Guilt, New York, N.Y.: Thunder’s Mouth Press, an imprint of Avalon Publishing Group Inc., →ISBN, page 44:
- Before sitting, she gestured toward the chair opposite (faux blue leather) with her cup of café mocha. “Taken?”
- 2006, Alan Lawrence Sitomer, Hip-Hop High School, New York, N.Y.: Jump at the Sun, Hyperion Books for Children, →ISBN, page 287:
- The next morning at ten a.m. Cee-Saw, Sonia, and I were sitting side by side by side in Nancy’s Nail Salon, having manicures, pedicures, and iced café mochas. My treat.
- 2006, Melody Carlson, On This Day: A Novel, Colorado Springs, Colo.: WaterBrook Press, →ISBN, page 6:
- So now I’m sitting in this cute little coffee shop that also sells books, both new and used, and I’m enjoying a calorie-laden snack of a raisin scone and a cup of café mocha—and not a skinny, either.
- 2007, Sophie Hannah, Hurting Distance, London: Hodder & Stoughton, →ISBN, page 22:
- She bought a cup of café mocha from the machine outside the canteen, recently installed for the benefit of those who didn’t have time to go in, though the irony was that the drinks available from the buzzing box on the corridor were far more varied and appealing than the ones made by real people with alleged expertise in the field of catering.
- 2007, Nicole Young, chapter 11, in Love Me If You Must (A Patricia Amble Mystery), Grand Rapids, Mich.: Fleming H. Revell, →ISBN, page 93:
- One foot caught on a ridge in the blacktop driveway and I stumbled. The cup of café mocha flew out of my grasp and settled lidless on the pavement.
- 2010, Laurie Faria Stolarz, Deadly Little Games (A Touch Novel), New York, N.Y.: Hyperion, →ISBN, page 293:
- The other night, he stopped by my house to bring me a cup of café mocha and a vanilla-bean scone from the Press & Grind.
- 2013, Chris Lynch, Pieces, New York, N.Y.: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, →ISBN, page 122:
- We are sitting at a table on the sidewalk, sipping at two great big iced café mochas, and while Phil stares at every pretty passerby as if he’s about to say “Take me to your leader,” I am lavishing my attention on his scooter, parked at the curb ten feet away.
- 2014, Mary Kubica, “Gabe: After”, in The Good Girl, Toronto, Ont.: MIRA Books, →ISBN, page 281:
- I make the jaunt to Wrigleyville and surprise the women at 10:00 a.m. with a dozen donuts, café mochas and a malnourished tabby cat.
- 2017, Hideo Furukawa, translated by David Boyd, “Chronicle: 2000”, in Slow Boat: A Slow Boat to China RMX, London: Pushkin Press, →ISBN, pages 113–114:
- Fumio Narazaki eyeballs the photograph for a few seconds. / “A tall, right?” / “Precisely. Café latte.” / “And it was the driver’s drink?” / “These sharks don’t drink coffee. It’s been corroborated.” / “All right. What about Numabukuro? Got it… Next to the pool of blood. Let me guess. Café mocha?” / “Bingo.” / “Tall again, I see.”
- 2017, Kay S. Hymowitz, “Introduction”, in The New Brooklyn: What It Takes to Bring a City Back, Lanham, Md.: Rowman & Littlefield, →ISBN, page 2:
- Unless they were the discarded artifacts of an exotic past, there were no lattes or café mochas, no sushi bars or Thai restaurants, no retro Edison bulbs, ironic Buddy Holly eyeglasses, or rooftop bars in the vicinity.