I know many of you would claim
this to be a contradiction in terms, that America has no such culture, but
fortunately for me, there is indeed good, strong coffee to be found in this
country – and I don’t mean the overpriced, gussied-up, frothy, calorie-laden Starbucks
products that taste more like a milkshake.
(By the way, the chain is not to be found in any of the small towns I’ve
visited over the past month.) Granted,
there is often only a pot of stale drip coffee available in which case I choose
my caffeine in a different form – or go without. But just when I’m really jonesin’ for a
proper cup of joe, a little java joint appears seemingly out of nowhere to
answer my jittery prayers.
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| Hooray! |
And what I love best about them is their
tongue-in-cheek attitude toward their wares as witnessed in these signs and
posters:
And sometimes you don’t even have to get
out of your car to get your fix; leave it to the Amis to come up with the
concept of a coffee drive-thru:
However, I am still missing my Nespresso
machine….
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