One thing a road trip through Ontario, Canada is sure to do for me is to rekindle my addiction for Tim Hortons coffee. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because I'm kinda "Canadian by marriage" and I've given birth to three "dual-citizens" but there's nothing like a service centre stop along the highway for a steaming hot fresh cup of Tims (medium, regular please).
We've been back home from vacation for almost a week now and I find myself driving a bit out of the way just to get one. I was completely incensed that I couldn't find a Tim Hortons on the way to Al's dental appointment the other morning. I thought for sure there would be one along our route. I even had Al in the backset looking for one with me. Had I known we wouldn't find one, I would have gone a differnt way. Sheer desperation sent me to McDonald's for coffee. Shame.
You can have your Starbucks...your Caribou...your independents, too.
I'm a Tim's girl.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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