Coffee isn’t just a beverage in the Pacific Northwest, it’s part of the culture like the tulip and raspberry fields, ferry rides and rain. It’s an event. I took the kids for coffee while we were waiting for Eric one day and asked them what they wanted. They glanced at the menu and rattled off:
“12 oz white chocolate mocha with whip”
(“spruce” on the cup is the size)
It kinda cracked me up. When I was their age, coffee was just coffee-gross and bitter-something adults drank with breakfast-never in the middle of the day. I would have had no idea about ordering coffee like this. But there you go. A sign of the times and living in the Pacific Northwest.
OWN THE DAY.