Today I woke up at 6:30 in the morning. Like any man who wakes up at 6:30 I woke up with a deep primal urge for coffee. Since the coffee maker at the house was decommissioned for some unknown reason the Mayers had few other choices but to go to Starbucks to fulfill our coffee needs. After sending the parents off to retrieve the goods I went along doing last minute packing and prepping for the trip. After taking a shower and gathering the last remnants of my belongings, I noticed our caffeine fix had not arrived yet. Disappointed I sat and waited another 10 minutes before salvation arrived in the form of a paper cup. Now coffee, much like crack cocain, is not consumed for the taste. Anyone who says they drink coffee for its taste are liars. They may drink cream and sugar for its taste, but not coffee. It's main purpose is to be the most direct source of energy without a caffeine enema. So as you can tell I went into this not expecting much. Starbucks still managed to disappoint. I received my drink and immediately poured two sweet-n-low into my cup to cut the bitterness of the coffee. I drank deeply. To my disappointment I did not immediately feel awake, my pulse did not quicken, my pupils didn't dilate, and my hands did not begin to quiver with pure energy. All I had was a bad taste in my mouth. Starbucks had failed me. And they managed to make coffee taste even worse than it normally would. I am severely disappointed and rate this 1 out of 5 Colins.
The Mayer clan then embarked on the road , driving 30 miles out of the way to pick up the jeep, but that is a story for cracky, my mother, to tell. It came to be 10:30 and it was time to eat a brunch. With open mouths and hungry stomachs, we stopped at a Las Palapas. We sat down and Jason, the only white waiter in the restaurant, came to serve us. Now I don't expect much, but when I sit down at an authentic tex-mex diner I expect either a proud Latino, or a cowboy to take my order, and Jason was neither. I feel as though Las Palapas has some sort of discrimination policy against those from Caucus mountains. Dispute their best efforts, we still managed to enjoy the complimentary chips and salsa, and drinks. I had the sweet tea which was expertly brewed and had the perfect amount of sugar in it. When it came time to order I decided on the pancake special. Suddenly Garrett was struck with hypoglycemia, and the staff at Palapas quickly got him orange juice. Good on you Palapas, that quick thinking may have saved a life, and more importantly our trip. When the food came out I ate greedily. The pancakes were delicious, the eggs were a bit runny, but the potatoes were to die for. All in all the meal was delicious and Jason, despite our first impressions was an extremely helpful server so I rate this meal 4 out of 5 Colins
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