I finally find a small opening. Crawling slowly down North Limestone street, icy and slick, I keep my eyes peeled and there it is. The best thing for anyone hoping to go to a street-side business, a street parking spot. I hardly notice the forearm deep snow I ease my car through sliding just a little toward the curb as the wheels momentarily lose their grip on earths surface. I open my door, keys in hand and am blasted with frigid air. Lady wind rushes to greet me with her frosty fingertips as if hugging a friend. My layers are no match for her icy hands. I shiver slightly and briskly walk up the slick sidewalk steeling myself against the wind. The street is a mess of ice and what might have once been pure white fluffy snow. However, hours
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I glance around and am relieved to see a table open up in the busy shop. Stepping over with my order, I drop my stuff down territorially and glance around before easing myself into the simple metal chair at the table. I start with the espresso, the smell of bitter strength assaults my nose almost offensively. I swirl the coffee and take a long drag from the tiny cup. Fireworks have gone off in my mouth. Bitterness bites into my tongue like a ravenous wolf but swiftly retreats to be replaced by smooth, dark nuttiness. I immediately finish the second sip of the double shot and bite into a plain glazed donut. Nuts and dark chocolate are replaced with the opposite. Sweet sticky donut fills my mouth and for a moment I forget the coffee. But soon the two blend together seamlessly making a whole new flavor profile that is unmatched by much of anything in the culinary world. I swallow and feel my tongue prodding disgustedly at the layer of fat coating the roof of my mouth. I quickly take a long drink from my pour over coffee. I swish it around happily as its comfortable heat melts away the donut’s residue. Like a hungry laborer from the mines at dinner, I find the donuts a new home in my belly and lean back satisfied, coffee cup warming my hands. As the drowsiness that so often comes with eating rich foods, washes over me I for the first time register a familiar voice reaching out of the
I glance around and am relieved to see a table open up in the busy shop. Stepping over with my order, I drop my stuff down territorially and glance around before easing myself into the simple metal chair at the table. I start with the espresso, the smell of bitter strength assaults my nose almost offensively. I swirl the coffee and take a long drag from the tiny cup. Fireworks have gone off in my mouth. Bitterness bites into my tongue like a ravenous wolf but swiftly retreats to be replaced by smooth, dark nuttiness. I immediately finish the second sip of the double shot and bite into a plain glazed donut. Nuts and dark chocolate are replaced with the opposite. Sweet sticky donut fills my mouth and for a moment I forget the coffee. But soon the two blend together seamlessly making a whole new flavor profile that is unmatched by much of anything in the culinary world. I swallow and feel my tongue prodding disgustedly at the layer of fat coating the roof of my mouth. I quickly take a long drink from my pour over coffee. I swish it around happily as its comfortable heat melts away the donut’s residue. Like a hungry laborer from the mines at dinner, I find the donuts a new home in my belly and lean back satisfied, coffee cup warming my hands. As the drowsiness that so often comes with eating rich foods, washes over me I for the first time register a familiar voice reaching out of the