This week, I was lucky enough to travel to Denver for work. After many hours of being under studio lights with heavy makeup, my colleagues and I decided it was time for a coffee break. Little did we know that our coffee break would take us 30 minutes away to a small cafe in Boulder.
If you’re not familiar with Boulder, it is part mountain town, part college town, with a strong feel of granola. I imagine it as having the same feel as Berkley, California, although I’ve never been there.
While in Boulder, my companions and I found a lovely cafe, The Cup, where I was instantly transported back to my college days. Located on the happening Pearl street, The Cup housed patrons from students, to families, to tourists, to professionals such as ourselves.
I was amazed at the selection of food, coffees, and other goodies that were available. I ordered a small skim vanilla latte and realized after taking one sip that I should have ordered the large. Oh my, the predictable Starbucks has nothing on these guys! Aside from the incredibly rich flavor (I still think it had whole milk, although I watched them pour skim), the presentation was like none I’d ever seen. I may be naive in the realm of grunge coffee, but the way that barista poured and stirred my latte was a work of art. See the above photo – where the proof is in the pudding. Never mind the flower’s resemblance to marijuana – it’s Boulder after all.
When I finished my drink I was completely full and yet somehow longed for another. And I was not the only one in the group who felt this way. We said goodbye to the Boulder cafe with heavy hearts not knowing when we’d see our new “friend” once more.
But alas, we returned this very morning before heading to the airport. And yes, this time, I ordered the large….sigh.
