In my anti-Starbucks crusade, I'm trying to pop into small, independent coffee joints as often as possible. As a result, I'm pretty jittery and my teeth are turning yellow. Ooops.
I went to Cherry Street Coffee House in Pioneer Square on my way to work today. I had plain coffee; no complaints. I'm kind of a snob too, so not having complaints is good. Well, I guess I have one complaint. I asked for an inch of room, mainly because I'm a giant klutz and I like to add a little milk, but I was wearing white, and didn't need coffee slosh action. Anyway, the gal didn't leave enough room so I had to hold my coffee at arms length for the whole walk to work. I guess it was good exercise for my arm or something....
I had a bagel; it was good. I didn't really get to look around (I was kind of in a hurry) but the place looked pretty nice.
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