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| - Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. There are 5 Starbucks within a 3 block radius of my work. Yet I am dying for a really good cup of coffee.
Earlier this week, I was feeling particularly antsy. I could see the sun shining outside my office window, and my booty had grown numb, planted in my office chair for four hours straight. Field trip!
I did a quick Yelp search to find the closest indie coffee joints, and Conspiracy came up, at .7 miles away. Ulgh, a 1.4 mile round trip walk.
But I went for it, and boy howdy am I glad I did! I was served possibly the best latte of my life. The espresso was layered with different tones and flavors. The froth was nice and dense, and even adorned with a lil frilly foo foo. I couldn't even bring myself to sully it with fake sweetener. It had to be real deal sugar. So. Good.
Sadly, I don't think I can make this trek often. But I will make a point of stopping in from time to time for a hit of the good stuff. In between, I'll be cast adrift in a sea of corporate coffee.
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