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Anyone claiming to drive 90 minutes for a cup of coffee is a liar, a psycho, or both.
Tim Horton’s & Bob Evans. Two of the few things I miss about Ohio….
The Bob Evans Homestead Breakfast was my favorite. I loved their biscuits and gravy.
Is that a cup of coffee in your pocket or…
There’s nothing like a good cup of coffee.
And Tim Horton’s is nothing like a good cup of coffee.
I reload my own ammo, and I roast my own coffee beans.
Speaking as a Canadian, this borders on sacrilege, but Tim Horton’s is not good coffee. It’s terrible coffee. It’s coffee for people who hate coffee and want an excuse to drink cream and sugar. It’s homeopathic coffee, hot water with the vague memory of once having met a guy who’s third cousin’s roommate’s sister’s neighbour’s dog’s veterinarian once had the faintest of notions as to what a coffee bean might actually be, then rolled over in bed and forgot all about it. It’s an insult to coffee, and that some people consider the double-double to be the national beverage of my country makes my blood boil.
Well, it used to be better. Granted it went to shit long before the Brazilian buyout, but it *used* to be better long ago.
Oh, for Pete’s sake. Next you’ll be writing that White Castle doesn’t make good burgers.