He laid African Game Trails face down on his lap then turned to address me with the unsettled look of one preparing to confess. I braced myself for something awful, never having seen that particular woeful look on his face in sixteen years. I was entirely convinced that he had done something unforgivable and was about to fess up.
He locked eyes with me. "I’m done" he muttered. "No more Starbucks."
"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked, at once relieved and concerned. He nodded, thus solidifying separation from Starbucks with whom he shared a 20-year, one-sided affair.
It was Lent, and he’d already given up all sweets and alcohol. Coffee was his only remaining vice and he had hastily sworn off the source of his favorite addiction. After a few days I was beginning to resent his decision and asked him to reconsider.
Things got worse. He’d been increasingly moody for two weeks, picking up coffee from every shop nearby and downtown in a desperate attempt to replace Starbucks…But no dice. By then I was wishing he had confessed a mistress rather than simply severing all ties to Starbucks.
Relief finally arrived Easter weekend which was also my in-laws 45th wedding anniversary (God bless them). They flew in to spend a few days with us so I made reservations at Koco’s in Baltimore. Those of you who have visited Maryland know how seriously we take our crab cakes. Koco’s has been voted "Best Crab Cake in Baltimore" almost every year and with good reason.
After having a delicious crab cake gut-bomb of a dinner we stepped outside to fragrant toasty bean perfection. Apparently, Zeke’s coffee roasting warehouse was only a block away from Koco’s. We followed the smell to the warehouse storefront and ultimately went home with a few bags of (seriously) fresh roasted coffee to try at home and a large coffee for the road.
My husband’s mood improved almost immediately. He had accidentally found his non-Starbucks coffee soulmate, roasted Zambian beans, ultra smooth and satisfyingly rich–The marbled bone-in rib eye of coffee. Zeke’s bean bar also offered the carefully crafted Armistead’s Blend, named after a major defender of Ft. McHenry in Baltimore, and the playful "Festivus" blend, a nod to Seinfeld.
Today marks three weeks since my husband banished Starbucks from our home. I never thought he’d last this long but he’s found a new liquid love…Coffee that’s about flavor, not politics. Besides, buying local is just common sense and we don’t need a Barista to Sharpie that on a cup.
But I do have some advice for Starbucks CEO, Howard Schultz– If you’d like to talk about race then set an example by having more than four minorities on your senior leadership team. Because despite your push for everyone else to embrace race dialogue, your own minorities are still in the minority.
And that just seems a little racist to me.
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