Hurrah! Let's all drink a bunch extra of that magic brew that makes existence tolerable and then run around in hyper circles like Calvin after a couple bowlfuls of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs!
Or, we could just discuss the wealth of local roasters we enjoy here in Chicagoland.
*According to an email from Eataly which they didn't get around to sending me until 10:15 this morning. Seems like they need to drink more coffee.
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