Drinking coffee is a dangerous business. Probably more so at places like Sips in Mt. Vernon and now Einstein Bagels on Euclid. One is a fantastic, independent cafe, and the other is a homogeneous, amorphous chain. At both, coffee is a dollar, dollar twenty-five with free refills. Therefore, in order to get your money's worth, you have to drink at least two cups. After all, it's just caffeine, water, and brewed bitterness. Plus a minute amount of milk and if you so desire, your sugar fix with real sugar. None of that Splenda and carbon-chlorine bond nonsense. Which, if you take this train of thought to its logical conclusion, means that you can suddenly feel full on absolutely nothing at all. You are attentive; your mind is altered to be high-alert; and you see with greater clarity that indeed, it is Sat. morning and I am eating half of an Asiago cheese bagel. You can take on the world with your precision. No one would know that you aren't naturally this perky until five hours later, you sit to write in your blog and you realize that your left leg is shaking uncontrollably.
And you are now hungry.
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