This morning I hung out in Ogden, UT.
First some supplies.
Then my first coffee since leaving Seattle.
I had my doubts about this coffee shop as a kid with a red bandana on his arm skated by as I pulled up. Gang sign? Why was I the only customer at this place?
The barista had his doubts about me, too, when I ordered an 8-ounce breve mocha.
“An 8-ounce cup? With two shots? Do you like it strong? That doesn’t leave much room. Breve? With chocolate?”
In the end it was a good espresso with some very nice latte art.
A taste of home.