Ah, coffee. That aromatic, life-restoring liquid we hobble half zombie-like to obtain each morning so that we may resume being human and get on with our days.
I ordered a cappuccino. The friendly, bright barista asked "how do you like your foam?" No one had ever asked me how I like my foam before. This place is legit.
I ordered a cappuccino. The friendly, bright barista asked "how do you like your foam?" No one had ever asked me how I like my foam before. This place is legit.
Coffee tastes great all the time, but especially when you're "worn to a frazzle" as my granny would say. Broad categories of worn-out frontline workers around East Texas can pick up free coffee every day through the end of the month.