Sometimes I feel so lucky to have found someone like my husband. I read this New York Times article that claimed America’s best iced latte came from a small coffee stand in Los Angeles. An iced macadamia almond-milk latte getting rave reviews only a drive away? I informed my husband that we had to try it.
So, this weekend we forged traffic, bypassed the parking lots with flat fees and found a lone metered space a couple blocks away. Then we realized we didn’t have change. We scoured the seats and found a few random coins; enough to afford us 28 minutes. That’s plenty of time for a quick coffee run, we thought. Until we stood in line for 25 minutes to get our order. Iced mochas are actually my drink of choice, so we strategically ordered the one we came for as mine and the tried-and-true for him–just in case. After one sip of mine, I made the switch, and my dear, wonderful husband just shook his head and accepted his new beverage.
It was actually our first time at the Grand Central Market in LA, and it’s a shame that we didn’t have more time to walk around. There were tons of food options and several menus were definitely calling out to us. But, our time was slipping away and we had to get back to our car. We then drove another 25 minutes to scope out the venue of a conference I am going to in a couple weeks. He circled around until he could point out exactly where I would have to go to park, and then we went back home. After we arrived in Orange County, we realized we had just taken a 3.5 hour trip, with a total of 28 minutes not driving–all for an iced latte that I didn’t end up liking. Then we looked at each other and laughed.
He then informed me we will be going to San Diego in a couple weeks for a baseball game.