WHITE BEAR LAKE, MINNESOTA: Was the Original White Bear a Polar Bear or an Albino Black Bear?
Before I delve into today’s relatively uneventful Coffeeneuring ride, I’ve decided to fill some space with a totally unnecessary summary of my horizon-broadening efforts so far.
As you may recall, I set a couple of personal goals for this Coffeeneuring season. First, I resolved to try seven different coffee drinks that I’ve never had before. Basically, that would be ANY coffee except espresso, straight black coffee, or that coffee with powdery artificial creamer from 40 years ago. I was, and still am, very afraid.
My other goal was to explore seven different cities by bicycle. Almost all of my previous 28 Coffeeneuring trips went to the same old coffee shops in MY Town, and I simply could not bore you–or myself–by writing about seven more rides like that.
Well, after having conducted the first five 2018 Coffeeneuring excursions, I am pleased to report that my efforts have been wildly successful. (Successful, though not particularly flavorful. But that’s okay because, in this case, success is measured in variety–not deliciousness.)
I’ve tasted five new coffee drinks: Cappuccino, Machiatto, White Chocolate Latte, and the Halloweenishly scary Pumpkin Pie Latte. I’ve ridden my bike in five different cities: Red Wing, Minneapolis, Northfield, Stillwater, and Eagan. And, as an unintended bonus, I’ve figured out five new and embarrassingly ridiculous ways to demonstrate my imbecility via five Coffeeneuring posts.
Now it’s time to tell you about my 6th attempt at broadening my Coffeeneuring horizons.
Today I drove my wife, The Feeshko, to an appointment with a retina specialist near White Bear Lake. The retina guy was going to use some of those eyedrops that blow up the black things in the center of The Feeshko’s beautiful hazel eyeballs, so he advised against driving back home by herself. I took the opportunity to drive her to her appointment and to Coffeeneur at the same time.
Honestly, there isn’t much else to say. Another city, another coffee, another opportunity to make a fool of myself. I’ll just shut up and let the pictures do the talking.