Back in the day, before Peet’s was in SoCal and Starbucks was ubiquitous, I brought 5 pounds of Peet’s home via a Pacific Southwest Airlines flight. By the end of the flight, the entire back section of the plane could smell the coffee. (Random person: Sniff sniff. “Do I smell burnt coffee?”) I had to wait until everyone else deplaned before I dared removed my loot from the overhead compartment.
*sniff*
Since I met the gal of my dreams at Peet’s, I’ll always have a special fondness for the place. And the coffee’s really good.
Back in the day, before Peet’s was in SoCal and Starbucks was ubiquitous, I brought 5 pounds of Peet’s home via a Pacific Southwest Airlines flight. By the end of the flight, the entire back section of the plane could smell the coffee. (Random person: Sniff sniff. “Do I smell burnt coffee?”) I had to wait until everyone else deplaned before I dared removed my loot from the overhead compartment.
A link for the youngsters: Pacific Southwest Airlines