- published: 27 Feb 2013
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A Carajillo is a Spanish drink combining coffee with brandy or rum. It is typical of Spain and according to folk etymology, its origin dates to the Spanish occupation of Cuba. The troops combined coffee with rum to give them courage (coraje in Spanish, hence "corajillo" and more recently "carajillo").
Other sources cite that the French station of Barcelona the carriers who were waiting for the load shift, rather than ask for coffee and a glass of liquor, was asked to mix it, by "que ara guillo" (in Catalan: now I'm leaving in a hurry). Hence the shortened form "caraguillo" and subsequent phonetic deviation.
There are many different ways of making a carajillo, ranging from black coffee with the spirit simply poured in to heating the spirit with lemon, sugar and cinnamon and adding the coffee last.
A similar Italian drink is known as caffè corretto.
The American version of a Spanish Coffee uses a heated sugar rimmed spanish coffee mug 3/4oz rum and 1/2oz triple sec. The drink is then flamed to carmalize the sugar. 2oz coffee liquour is then added which puts out the flame, and then it is topped off with 3-4oz of coffee, and whipped cream.
It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing,
Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray,
The the thrushes they were warbling,
The violets they were charming
To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay.
She said, my dear don't leave me all for another season,
Though fortune does be pleasing I 'll go along with you,
I 'll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation,
And to the bonny Bann banks forever I 'll bid adieu.
He said, my dear don't grieve or yet annoy my patience,
You know I love you dearly the more I'm going away,
I'm going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation,
To comfort us hereafter all in Amerika y.
Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing,
T'will cause them for smile at our late going away,
We'll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory,
We'll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerika y.
If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying,
The sight of the lovely Bann banks, your sorrow you'd give o'er,
Or if were down one hour, down in yon shady bower,
Pleasure would surround you, you'd think on death no more.
Then fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I've roved,
I never thought my childhood days I 'd part you any more,
Now we're sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion,