Right now I am drinking a subpar, extremely bitter iced coffee (with an added shot) from Starbucks. It’s ok, and it’s doing its job. I can’t ask for much more. Well, I thought I couldn’t ask for much more. Then I visited Lincoln, Nebraska.
Our sweet hosts—who just got married, yay!—left us a goodie bag when we checked into our hotel, and in that bag was a list of places nearby that they recommended we try. James and I got in very late that night, so I just skimmed over it as I was definitely more excited about sleep than the culinary possibilities around us. But the next morning, I woke up, and my mind immediately went to that list. I quickly located it, and the first thing that called my name?: The Mill Coffee & Tea.
Just across the street from our hotel, The Mill couldn’t have been closer. But I was in a bad mood, as I often am before I drink coffee (poor James). So I irritably walked in, waited in line, and just asked for an iced coffee, because I like iced coffee.
I took one sip and immediately apologized to James for ever being in a bad mood and swore to him that this day would only be full of good things.
This cold-brewed iced coffee was so full-bodied and so smooth and not the slightest bit diluted by water or ice or whatever else tends to happen to not-so-awesome iced coffees. Every subtle and sweet undertone gracefully made itself known, and honestly, I just didn’t realize how others—who dare call themselves iced coffee—simply fall incredibly flat.
I returned twice more for my new favorite before we left town. I miss it so much.
Congrats to Jacob and Allison!
Y’all had such a beautiful wedding, and we are so grateful we got to be there. Oh, and thanks for introducing me to what will now be the standard for all others like it!