I drew the line at the whipped-frapped-blapped-blended liquid sugar concoctions masquerading as caffeine delivery systems. How, how do all the people in there guzzling tankards of that stuff stay so slim?
If you're a coffee drinker, you've probably noticed a new trend in the industry -- single-serve coffee systems. What began in the infomercial universe has made its way into the mainstream coffee-drinking world, and everyone is trying to capitalize.
There is no use pretending: Our afternoon at Niagara Falls (including a soaking wet ride on the Maid of the Mist) was the highlight of a recent trip to Toronto. But the museum-going, strolling and dining were delightful too.
Everyone's morning cup of joe tends to mean something different. But on a recent trip to Brazil, I was shocked to find, coffee is much more than a dollar fifty of my hard-earned (or not so hard-earned) cash.
The enormous, light-filled, multi-level warehouse has a lot to offer: there's the Probat roaster in the front, and the back has a large poured-concrete oval bar, with two sides that will be able to caffeinate your sleepy self.
Opened by the Gilli family in 1733, the cafe had moved around the city square a few times before it settled in its current location in Piazza della Repubblica, surrounded by small, chichi restaurants and leather vendors.
Ever since a friend sent me some brick-like, vacuum-packed, yellow and red packages of Cafe Bustelo and cans of its Bustelo Cool, I have never gone back to my old standby of French roast from Trader Joe's.