For someone who thinks a lot about wanting a slower life, I realized that I'm exceptionally bad at just drinking a cup of coffee.
It was a few weeks back now, but I recently went down the block to Big Chicks — this iconic Chicago gay bar that operates as Tweet during the day and has the best iced coffee on my street. It's simple, drip Intelligentsia, but it's served cold in a carafe alongside a glass packed with crushed ice, and, if you like, a smaller carafe of cream and a complementary slice of coffee cake.
