My San Francisco mornings are routine, three English muffins freshly baked from Arizmendi on my way to work along with Peet's from the pot at work. On Tuesdays, when Arizmendi rests and I'm ravenous from the Tuesday morning ride, I usually stop by Specialty's in the financial district and load up on day old cream cheese croissants or peach coffee cake, items high on calories with taste a distant second.
This morning, my third and last in Istanbul, might be routine, too, with simit instead of English muffins and the famous Turkish coffee replacing Peet's. It just might leave me with a trace of coffee grounds across my upper lip, my first ever moustache in a country that almost requires it.
This morning, my third and last in Istanbul, might be routine, too, with simit instead of English muffins and the famous Turkish coffee replacing Peet's. It just might leave me with a trace of coffee grounds across my upper lip, my first ever moustache in a country that almost requires it.
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