I have heard it said, “Don’t waste your time with crappy coffee.”
However, I wasted some time finding a good cup of coffee.
In the summer of 2017, finally allowed to go home after 19 days of evacuation, my family and I were trying to get out of Prince George. The shorter route still had a long section closed due to the forest fires, so we had to take the long way home – 7 hours, instead of 3.5.
I wanted a good cup of coffee to start my drive, but the nearest decent cafe was in downtown PG, 20 minutes away, whereas we were out in College Heights, just leaving my third daughter’s house after saying goodbye.
I had a Tim Hortons gift card, sent to me by my second daughter, and so I took the family to the nearby drive-through to fuel up on treats. I decided to give Tim’s coffee another chance, even though I had a disliking for it. I ordered a small coffee with two honeys and three creams.
I took one sip and scrunched up my face, saying, “Bleah!”
It tasted like there was no sweetener in it at all. I drink coffee for the taste as much as for the perk, and if it ain’t sweet, it ain’t good.
“I need to find some real coffee,” I said.
One of my sons suggested Starbucks. I squinted at him from the driver’s seat and said, “Ewwww?”
“Come on, Mom,” he said. “Give it a try. It might be better than Tim’s.”
“I dunno,” I said. “I had it once before and it was gross.”
“Just try it,” he said.
I went for it. While in the drive-thru lineup, I spotted a garbage can and asked my son to take my Tim’s coffee to it. He got out and did so.
I ordered a coffee with two honeys and some cream. When I took my first sip, the same “bleah” came out of my lips.
On our way out of town, we stopped at a 7-Eleven. While the kids took the dog for a walk, I went straight to the nearest trash can and put that Starbucks coffee into it. Then I went in to 7-Eleven and loaded a cup with my old standby: half full with dark roast, topped up with English toffee cappuccino, amended with four International Delight hazelnut creamers, and cooling it slightly with three of the 18% half-and-halfs (half-and-halves?).
As I walked out of the convenience store, I thought, “If I’m going to drink crap coffee, it might as well taste good!”
At home, I feel good about sticking to organic beans that I grind fresh before each cup, sweetening only with stevia, and cooling it off with cashew milk, but on the road, it seems that 7-Eleven has the best brew for my tastes.
I’m not usually one to throw food away, but those first two coffees were NOT good. I know a lot of people like them, and some might gross out over my choice of 7-Eleven java, but it’s a matter of taste.
Another blog entry with little to no point, but I felt like telling that story.