One Saturday, Maybelle and I headed out to a sketchy looking warehouse in the industrial part of town.
Mommy? What are we doing here?
We’re getting coffee. Really, really good coffee.
It was snowing. Remember snow? From three weeks ago? Me neither. If global warming is wrong; I don’t want to be right.
No building directory. No map. Just a bunch of signs.
Grand Rapids Coffee Roasters is on the fifth floor, but the freight elevator creeped us out too much.
Mommy? There are plants growing through the windows.
Up, up, up we went. We started to smell the coffee around the third floor.
Finally, we got there.
The roaster. Where it all happens.
She got some chocolate. I got some beans. We agreed; it was totally worth it.
I was not compensated in any way to write this post. I just love this coffee, and mini-adventures.