I'm sorry, Starbucks.

My father and I drink a ridiculous amount of coffee. I start at 7:30am everyday on weekdays. My Starbucks barista's know me as "Grande Dark Roast", that's not because I'm Italian; because I'm not. Now I go to Starbucks because of the quality of the coffee. Dunkin' Donuts coffee is too weak, Tim Horton's cup of coffee is about the size of a thimble, and for the life of me I'm terrible at making coffee. I used to go to Starbucks inbetween two and four times a day. This was until a friend of my fathers bestowed upon us one of the greatest inventions of the past decade. The perfect one cup coffee maker.



Isn't she a 'beaut'? Now office buildings, workplaces, and even North Face outlets have been outfitting themselves with these lil' guys for awhile now, why not me? It's essentially just an espresso machine, that instead uses little satchels of coffee, which make strong consistent cups of my favorite dark roast coffee all day in a matter of seconds. This makes my day more productive, and manageable without the coffee runs. Not to mention a little whiskey can go a long way in a late night cup of coffee.

So now my Starbucks visits have dwindled, the stack of green and white cups with terrible poetry are gone along with all the recycled cardboard handles, and my barista's may have forgotten about our connection. Well, I won't. But, I'm sorry, maybe I'll stop by sometime, and say hi.