This place offers coffee that is way cheaper than my beloved gourmet coffee shops and it still tastes good. All right, it’s a far cry from what very good coffee tastes like but what can I do? There is no Starbucks or Coffee bean and Tea Leaf here! I say, it’s not the end of the world. Really.
So what I did was order a piece of doughnut! Yay! While waiting for my ride I walked straight into a Dunkin Donut across the waiting area. I scanned the donuts displayed behind the counter and I can’t seem to find familiar ones. The ones I grew up with or the ones I always ordered back when I organized a study group in college. It didn’t work, Dunkin Donuts + study group? Yahnessa and I didn’t do anything but leaf through our thick Political theories book and chat with the staff. Oh yes, we did become friends with them along with other night time regulars. A group of local artists who in one way or another inspired me to become what ever I really wanted to be. Some study group huh? But that’s another story.
Going back to my browsing, I found a lonesome twosome sitting in the corner: Choco Wacko. I was intrigued. I ordered one and a cup of iced tea. No love, no coffee today. I’m sure it has something to do with my horrifying experience way back. Scenario: “One coffee please.” Minutes later, a cup of lukewarm water and a packet of instant coffee made its way under my hanging jaw. Never again did I order coffee like that. I made sure I specify. Which I should do also when ordering iced tea. This one sweetie is no better. It tasted like leftover lemon ice tea + day old calamansi juice + too much water. I let it go and enjoyed my choco wacko instead. Taste good but I still like homemade doughnut better.
