It’s not Diet Coke.
It’s not Pin-not Grig-gio.
It’s not even Gaterade. Powerade.
Or that “Drink This and Burn 100 Calories” drink.
White Girl Haterade. is.
You know it’s true.
My feist comes with my morning Keurig brewed Folger’s Vanilla Almond Biscotti with 1 tbs of honey and a dash of Vanilla Unsweetened Almond Milk.
This weekend, I was blessed with the opportunity to come in contact with the glorious Mommie Dearest of iced coffee.
Marylou’s Iced Coffee.
It’s hot pink.
They consistently have at least 19 flavors of gourmet iced coffee.
Nevermind their flavor of the months.
Blueberry Pancake was a flavor.
It’s 25 years old.
Old enough to know better, too young to care.
It’s an all girl’s club.
(But if you’ve got the cash, boys you can buy some too.)
Yeah, that’s French for orgasmic.
Oh, and you can only get it in Massachusetts, usually near the Cape.
I’m telling you. It’s the best coffee I’ve ever had. I will make special trips for this coffee.
I’m not laughing.
Don’t knock it till you try it kids!