A giant latte was all I thought I needed when I stopped by Urban Beans today, but then I walked up to the counter.
Having been one of those weird kids who always craved the strangely adult-sounding Heath bars when everyone else was stocking up on Nerds and Garbage Pail Kids, I still have absolutely no resistance to buttery, softly crunchy toffee.
Why do I waste my time eating cereal or oatmeal or granola (or, admittedly, the infrequent Egg McMuffin guilty pleasure) every morning? Clearly, chocolate-covered, nut-filled toffee is a much better companion for coffee, its sugar rush making my fingers type at lightning speed.
Hope this buzz lasts until lunchtime . . .
Anyway, if you haven't been to Urban Beans yet, you'll find it refreshingly low-key -- it's unlikely you'll ever have to fight for a place to sit here.