About a week ago, maybe a little longer since it was a weekend, I was craving a really good cup of coffee. I drink two or three cups of coffee a day but that is maintenance coffee. Stuff you drink out of habit to kickstart your day. I wanted actual coffee.
I live just a bit south of Edmonton, Alberta. I got up and drove to Calgary to a little hole in the wall coffee place that roasts their own beans. The decor has not changed in over twenty years. It still looks a little rundown and beat up inside for being in a trendy part of the city.
I go there for the coffee. It has been a few years since I was last there. The coffee was just as I remembered it: Excellent. They are doing the cute sign thing which I do not remember them doing it in the past but whatever brings in business.