We all have our own little obsessions, whether it be taking a shower everyday, using Purell constantly, knowing what time is it, or continuously drinking water. Mine isn’t as healthy as water-drinking or as hygienic as taking showers.  I have an addiction to caffeine. 

I remember how it happened. I didn’t have a sip of coffee or caffeine until late in my life; I mean high school of course. One of my friends started working at the local coffee shop. Let me tell you, this coffee shop, Cool Beans, is wonderful. It’s one of those well kept secrets that only locals know about. I was spoiled. My friend would make the best raspberry mochas, and soon I would only go if she was there. 

It is hard to find a good coffee shop now a days. Large corporations are ruining the name of coffee. Who actually wants burnt tasting coffee from Starbucks? Not I, said the cat. These shops are at every corner, making them extremely accessible and quick. This has become a problem, especially for someone with an addiction.

I was so super excited to find a good coffee shop during my stay in Park City. We were given a budget for food, and I knew that I would be spending a significant portion on a cup of coffee everyday. Back at school I sacrifice this indulgence in order to save money. I thought I would walk onto Main Street and automatically see the coffee shop of my dreams; how wrong I was. These shops didn’t have comfortable seats or enough room. My first attempt was last Friday, The Clockwork Cafe. My mocha had the aftertaste of a hookah bar, and I haven’t set a foot back in there. My next attempt was at a sugar/candy store. This was a definite improvement, but still not what I was looking for. People are right when they say third time’s a charm, because I haven’t gone anywhere else since Java Cow. 

Free trade, organic, kind employees, and a wonderful cup of caffeine… What more could I ask for? Since Monday, my first visit, the employees have learned my name and what I order: talk about good service. I am terribly sad that there isn’t one in St. Pete. However, I did find that there is one about a half hour away from campus, and it would be worth the drive for a good cup of joe. 

I am not the only one that has fallen in love with Java Cow. There is always a line, which tells me that other people have realized there is nowhere better in Park City. If I could go to the Cow everyday I wouldn’t dread my addiction or the price.

Tags: Aprille Brooker, coffee, park city, utah

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