The Train Depot Cafe

Yesterday morning, before reading blogs, I had written a blurb about coffee that I thought I posted. It turns out I never did. When I went to look for it, I couldn't find the blurb on my PDA, which disturbed me because my PDA really isn't that big. To lose something on it would require either the greatest mastermind who ever lived or, apparently, me.

I began worrying that I had only imagined writing something. To my relief, I stumbled across the snippet using the highly efficient search method of scanning through each and every memo, somehow missing the one I wanted and then scanning through everything again. Anyway, here it is:

In the town where I live, Y'a Bon Espresso recently converted the old train depot into a tiny cafe. Years ago, you could walk up to the window, hand the person some money and he or she would hand you a train ticket to, say, San Francisco. Now, you can walk up to that same window, hand the person some money and he or she will hand you a nonfat, no foam, no whip latte that costs the same as a train ticket to San Francisco. Snazzy, huh?

This morning, I got to the station late. Usually, if I didn't brew a cup at home, this means I'd miss out on my early morning coffee. Not so today. Although I was late, I was able to buy a delicious cup of Versailles blend (not Vaudoux) just two minutes before the train arrived. It's one of the perks of being less than fifteen feet from the platform.