Espresso on the road proves interesting.


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.


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