Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here, but what the hell is up with coffee snobs at Starbucks?
I went to my local Sbux for a large cup of coffee (just call it a large, venti is pretentious) this morning, and felt underdressed in my t-shirt and jeans amongst all the yuppie coffee snobs ordering no-foam-fat-free-soy-lattes and chai iced teas with a twist of lemon.
Its just coffee. Get over yourselves.
That's one of the things I love about Summers. There is no pretense there. And there sure as hell ain't no yuppies* there or they would get their back bacon handed to them in a toque by the fiesty canucks on Molson Canadian Night, eh?
At Summers, its all about the beer.
Its not about the people (The Good), its not about the food (The Bad), the service (Ugly), and its not about the interior decorating although the new red light district in the new red room is growing on me like the insidious ear worm that it is, it is about the beer.
I love Summers because that beer ain't decaf or fat free and a large is a large.
* - you can tell the yuppies because they wear ascots and order martinis.