Not bad. Just different. And Tony didn't mind that, he really didn't. But you could like one thing fine and still bad sad it wasn't the other when the similarities were obvious enough. Just like Tony supposed Natasha probably missed their version of Clint, or Tony often missed his own version of Pepper Potts. And Peter.
Even through all their mess, he was glad that Steve was still his own. Whatever that really meant.
Since they were there and all, Tony also got some churros to go -- classic, sure, but some had a cream filling and he got those too and he didn't care a lick what Steve's old guy opinion was on that one.
"The coffee--?" He asked, momentarily distracted, before catching on and smiling. "It was coffee. I liked it. If you're looking for a harsher critique, ask someone who doesn't forget theirs exists for half a day and still drinks it."