Tuesday, November 06, 2007
I call it Corporate Whore Coffee Co. and endeavour to support smaller independent coffee shops. However, as a poor student I will make use of a free gift certificate, especially in light of the fact that Corporate Whore Coffee Co. is the only establishment offering me respite from the cold while I wait for the bus home from my night class Wednesday evenings.
Yesterday morning the situation that led me to order their mediocre drip coffe was slightly different. Having woken up early to go volunteer, I needed help easing into full consciousness, and decided to use said gift certificate. Drowned in milk, my tall medium roast was more palatable that I remember their dark roast being.
Never really impressed in the first place with the philosophising that adorns the side of their cups, I found this one by Madeleine Albright particularly shocking (forgive the poor quality camera-phone photo):
Upon further inquiry, I see how the decontextualisation of the phrase is what created schock value for me. It also made me reflect on my choice of volunteer organisation..Labels: food, November 2007, photos, pop culture, transit
posted by Vanessa at 11:07 AM
