I wish I could live on coffee and cigarettes. And dirty martinis. All that's left is coffee. I like mine strong flavored.
My favorite coffees come from a certain local roaster who shall remain nameless because some of their baristas are incredibly snotty. They have good decaf, though, so I stopped by there yesterday. The snarky barista did not wait on me, but she still gave me one of those infuriating smirks, a la GW. Grrr!
Anyway, the coffee I bought there was so aromatic that, when I got home, I had to put it in the refrigerator because the fumes were giving me a headache. Now, THAT'S coffee!
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