I decided to seek out a coffee roaster during my free time this afternoon while stuck on Long Island. After all, I live right above one in Larchmont. How rare can they be?
I drove around for 45 minutes using Google Maps on my iPhone to find places. One was completely missing, replaced by an industrial office park. One was really just a diner, and it was closed. One seemed promising, but the website said it closed at 2 PM (and it was 2:30), and it was 20 miles away.
The day-old half-cup of coffee from the Larchmont roaster in my cup holder was far better than anything I’d be able to find in the remaining options: Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts, and Seven Eleven.
- Nobody here knows what good coffee tastes like, because they can’t get it.
- I love my iPhone.
- I can never live here.
- I really lucked out with my current apartment.