Dead Fish in a Box

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Keepin' It Rural

This past weekend we went out to the Clarkston-Pomeroy area in S.E. Washington. If you're unfamiliar with this region, it is about as far away from Seattle one can travel and still be in the state. We, along with two other couples, rented out the Wenatchee Guard Station, a 1930's CCC era US Forrest Service cabin overlooking the Snake River plain. It's a 6 hour drive followed by a challenging 3.5 mile ski in, but it is well worth the experience. The view is incredible. The drive out is equally spectacular. Even the snomobilers (the sworn nemisis of the cross sountry skier) were friendly. In fact, the only downside to the weekend was at the Starbucks in Clarkston.

I wanted a drip coffee, and I prefer it dark & robust. I asked the barista to describe the Kenya blend they had brewing. Apparently, this is a new location, and the training isn't quite complete. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: What's the Kenya blend like?
Her: Oh, it's good.
Me: Would you care to be more descriptive?
Her: Well, I really like it!
Me: That's great, but what is the flavor like? Is it light? Dark? Mild? Robust?

At which point she excitedly shows me the label they put on the bags featuring an elephant.

Me: So it tastes like elephants?
Her: Huh?
Me: Pffft. I'll take a tall drip with room for cream.

Here are some photos from the weekend:


Blogger Kelly Family said...

Punky don't Ski, I am Glad that we are not those kind of friends! We eat Tacos.

8:29 PM  
Blogger bryce said...

You are right! Had the training been complete:

When the pompous ass at the Starbucks' counter asked for a description of the Kenya blend, a highly trained expert barista would have replied, "Burnt to a crisp. It tastes just like our Ethiopian Harrar or our Indonesian Peaberry - moron!".

4:59 PM  

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