This Man Waited on Me at Peet's Coffee
by Jerry Ratch
I think his name was Howard Something. That's right, every morning. Mr. Peet was training him. Mr. Peet always wore a scowl, for he was a perfectionist, and a little out of control on that score. But hey, maybe he just drank a little too much of his own brew, you know. It was pretty strong.
Way stronger than Starbucks turned out to be.
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Walnut & Vine?
exactly
Funny, I was just re reading the Peet's brochure at my "local" yesterday... thinking about Herr Peet or whatever the dutch equivalent is.
I had to go to Wikipedia to truly understand this, and of course the trip paid off. Kudos for the nod to Peet's. Anything that makes me go to Wiki should be worth a Fave!