Today's eldritch coffee is The Great Race of Yith (from Lovecraft's "The Shadow out of Time"):
I'm seeing a nice lady handing out a coffee with a jug in her other hand, and wearing a dress like she's taking a break between flamenco dances ... but the two are probably not incompatible.
On second glance she may be a little tentacular but that's fine by me obvs. and anyway it may just be the effect of all that dancing.
