I was recently in Miami and spent one afternoon shopping with my abuela. Of course, we had to stop for a little pick-me-up: Cuban coffee. The scene went as follows:
Grandma: Here's the sugar, if you want it.
Me: I don't usually put sugar in my coffee, but okay.... *takes a sip* UGH, this is sweet. Did they already put sugar in it?
Grandma: No, they put sugar in the coffee.
Me: So there *is* sugar in it??
Grandma: No, it's only in the coffee. There's none in the steamed milk.
No arguing with Cuban logic.