The locals called them Bov. About as tall as we are, heavily furred, herbivores with horns and hooves.

[Does she notice that? Maybe. Is that why she's still talking about it? Also possible.]

It almost tasted sour, the first time I tried it, but it's simply rather pungent.

[She will, however, spare the poor barista she's giving her order to, long enough to be perfectly polite and cordial as she asks for her coffee. With milk, of course.]