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However, coffee is. I already miss the Blue Bottle coffee I got every morning in San Francisco, from the hole-in-the-wall place across the street from John's apartment. (Literally, it's a hole in the wall of the building, closed off each evening with a garage door.) I would get there around 9, and there would be a line out into the street. I got the drip, the plain ol' coffee, which they made by the cup with a filter and a funnel and freshly ground beans. So strong, it made me shake and sweat a little bit, but the deliciousness was worth it (and I got used to my new caffeinated state in a couple of days anyway). I miss drinking that coffee, and the sunny, breezy mornings, especially on this grey, workaday, slightly hungover one.
Posted by thevieve at June 2, 2006 11:05 AM