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| - It's 11:30PM and I can't stop thinking about a vanilla latte from Sam James.
My husband and I have lived in the Annex for a year and, believe it or not, our addiction - ahem, obsession - with this place was only recently discovered.
Being slightly intimidated by the coolness factor of hipsters in the hood, I've remained a devout Aroma/Starbucks enthusiast. However, after trying a Sam James latte and meeting the man himself, that barrier has crumbled and disintegrated.
Not only do we drive out of our way to pick up a steaming cup of lovin' every morning, my husband has become something of a Sam James groupie, following the grab-and-go coffee guru from the Pocket to the Path.
Haven't had a caffeine experience like this since Sant'Eustachio in Rome, where standing while sipping is the norm. Yup, I said it. Obnoxious, but true.
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