A few days ago after I dropped hubby off at the airport at 7:00am I drove back to our little near-by town and stopped for a coffee. Coffee is one of my favourite things. In fact I am sure I could not live without it. Well, not without a headache, anyway. I ordered my latte and while I was waiting I turned around and saw this cup. It had ‘French Roast’ written on it but it may as well have had ‘You Have to Have Me’. Starbucks French Roast coffee is MY coffee. How did they know that? I rationalized that this could would be an early Christmas present to myself. I love my coffee. I love French Roast coffee. I love Starbucks. I love my new cup.
*No coffee beans were exchanged for this free and shameless endorsement of a coffee shop powerhouse.