Working late tonight, needed a coffee. Figured I’d just walk across the pedestrian mall to The Good Earth because I didn’t wanna trot all the way to Atlantis (though I like Atlantis coffee better).
But a funny thing happened on the way to the caffeine.
Since this is a 20-second walk and it’s a relatively not-cold day, I don’t put on my coat. When I get to Good Earth, though, it’s closed. So I can either head to The Second Cup in the Cornwall Centre, or walk a few blocks to Atlantis (and the best coffee).
Even though I’m only wearing two thin American Apparel 50-50 shirts and I’m outside in January, I settle on Atlantis.
It was a painless walk.
Yeah, I like food and beer, so I’m well padded and I’m sure that helps me stay warm. Still, there’s no way ANYONE should be able to be outdoors in January for any length of time without shivering their skin off.
I got my coffee and I walked back to the office. Stopped to talk to a pal on the O’Hanlon’s patio, then bumped into Beatty and asked him to take the picture in this blog post.
Total time outside in T-shirts: probably 25 minutes. Total frostbite: none.
April is the polling month for Prairie Dog’s awesome and annual Best Of Food reader’s poll! I’m so excited that I’m showcasing one category every day until voting ends on Tuesday! Today’s spotlight: Best Cup Of Plain Old Coffee!
Two things about plain old coffee: first, if it’s good, it’s not plain. We’re only calling it “plain old coffee” to mark the difference between drip/French press/other basic brewing methods and fancy-schmancy coffees like cafe au lait, espresso, etc.* Regardless, if it’s a mug of tar that tastes like bug shit, it’s not the plain old coffee we’re talking about. Don’t vote for it.**
Second, I just noticed that if you mistype “plain”, you get “Palin”. I don’t know what kind of coffee Sarah Palin brews but it probably tastes like moose piss and sadness.
Anyway, coffee is one of the greatest things ever (along with good sex, ice cream, unicorns and exquisitely-crafted Hollywood blockbusters) and it should be on everyone’s top 10 list of reasons to not jump off a bridge. And when you vote for the best coffee in the 2013 Best Of Regina, you’re helping guide Prairie Dog readers (and their less-civilized friends and relatives who aren’t Prairie Dog readers) to sublime, nay, numinous caffeine-based taste experiences. And that’s a good thing!