When I first moved to Las Vegas, I swore never to drink Starbucks. My coffee palette was spoiled by small cafes in San Francisco like Muddy Waters, Royal Grounds, Dolores Park Cafe, Organic Mr. Espresso, and I still had lofty ideas about which companies I want to give money to. Well, that promise to myself was broken when I tried the local Vegas alternatives. Soon, I got too lazy to French press at home, and I would visit Starbucks.
My last visit to San Francisco allowed me to try out Blue Bottle coffee. I drank it everyday while there. And it rekindled my promise to be discerning. Plus, after having this coffee, nothing compares. When I don't have tea and I don't have time to brew at home, I'd rather have a caffeine headache.
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