For some odd reason, I really crave going to coffee shops. I'm not some snobby know-it-all coffee barista or connoisseur. It's not that I'm looking for an escape from home, although it is a good excuse not to do household chores. It's not that I'm looking for friends or someone to talk to. It's not the coffee that lures me in. It's not the ambiance, although I do like a certain local shop for it's funky decor and art. But really no, it's not that either. I mean Dunkin Donuts does not have ambiance. Starbucks tries, but there's bound to be trash on the floor, crumbs in the leather chairs, and someone talking a bit too loudly. When we went to Seattle, we bypassed the original Starbucks store, on our way to brunch at a place a little fancier. On the way back we passed it again and were not about to wait an hour in line just to see the inside of a cute little shoebox of a store. No, not the ambiance. Maybe the smell, no. ...
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