I’ve been all over the world. Err, well, at least over a good chunk of it (36 countries and counting). And just how many places have I been where there isn’t a freaking Starbucks every 100 feet?
Yep, you guessed it…just one: Bozeman, Montana.
The hotel I’m in has no breakfast (really, who the hell doesn’t serve breakfast?!), and I need coffee in the worst damned way, so it’s out the door I go to start scouting*.
*Thanks, Apple Maps, for being singularly unhelpful!
It’s either find a place, or eat in the hotel restaurant. And I hate hotel restaurants.
I hate Starbucks almost as much, by the way. Shit, Starbucks is America’s STD: once one appears, it’s there forever and it’s gonna get nothin’ but worse.
Coffee and a muffin, however, wait for no man.
Thank God for my magic spidey-sense about these things. Less than a mile from the hotel I found a pretty good craft brewery (406 Brewing, if you’re keeping score). But wait…it’s 8:00 on a Sunday morning. I’m bad, but even I haven’t gone THAT far down the rabbit hole.
Okay, so take note of the location and return to scouting…
A hundred yards more. Oh, thank every single thing in the universe: A COFFEE PLACE!!
Not just a coffee place, but a small local place with unconventional, creative individuals running it…and…and…AND…freaking good coffee! I promise you, there is a chorus of angels singing around me as I walk through that door.
The morning started so poorly – “what do you mean, you don’t serve breakfast?” – but shit-howdy, the day has been shaping up so nicely since!
Even as I type this, I’ve had my coffee and muffin, and now I’m sitting in the brewery I found earlier and working my way through a taster tray of a few of their beers. I am, by the way, going to have some new ammunition for the Drink of the Month section…
And you wonder why I randomly decided to run off and spend a summer doing this?