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| - In October I often suffer extreme cases of DENIAL, evident in how even at zero degree weather, I still order iced coffees.
So when I strolled in here and ordered an iced coffee and forgetting it wasn't summer anymore, I noticed the fancy and chique layout of the coffee shop. Heh, artisan coffees. Everyone looked like they were models for the things the were holding in their hands: MacBook, glass of wine, alpaca gloves, and of course DeVille coffees. What a silly way to describe the crowd but seriously this wasn't any derelict Starbucks.
Anyways, I also ordered a breakfast sandwich along with my iced coffee. When I got both I ate my sandwich first. It was OK. Personally a good breakfast sandwich has to be GHETTO all the way, McDonalds, Denny's, someone who uses their secret butter stash to cookl you breakfast because they like you that much... The breakie sandwich I got was dry and the eggs/bread/ham didn't meld, it seemed like they were here cramped strangers in a public transit bench. Dang, this is a lot to rant about breakfast sandwiches.
BUT
Great iced coffee. I forgot to ask for a shot of syrup and noticed how the bitterness didn't put me off and made me chug the whole glass down. I rarely savour my iced coffee after birth, but I haplessly chewed on those caffeine morsels back to my car.
Yelp's 30 Day Challenge 17/30
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