{"id":1647,"date":"2012-02-11T20:58:13","date_gmt":"2012-02-12T02:58:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=1647"},"modified":"2012-02-11T21:00:11","modified_gmt":"2012-02-12T03:00:11","slug":"coffee-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2012\/02\/11\/coffee-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Coffee Time"},"content":{"rendered":"

When you cross the border, you go from the Land of Starbucks<\/em> to the Land of Tim Horton’s<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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This isn’t a terribly original thought, nor is it entirely accurate, still there’s something here.<\/p>\n

There’s something reassuring about a Tim Horton’s coffee shop, some kind of gem\u00fctlichkeit<\/a> that you just don’t find in a Starbucks. Although arguments can be made<\/a> that the coffee is indistinguishable, the essence of the two coffee shops is undeniably different.<\/p>\n

Whereas Starbucks tend to be spacious and neat, when you’re in a Tim Horton’s, you feel like you’re in, well, a coffee shop<\/em>. And whereas Starbucks feels modern and hip, Tim Horton’s feels like a place where real people go. And whereas (forgive me) Starbucks hipsters seem turned in on themselves, the people at Time Horton’s hold the door open for you.<\/p>\n

Now without doubt this is making much of nothing. This might all be hooey, but I’m just sayin’ what I’m sayin’.<\/p>\n

So I was not at all disappointed when the fair and industrious Trudy asked Khadija if she knew of a Tim Horton’s downtown. And I was not at all disappointed when Khadija directed Dad to a Tim Horton’s one block away from Confederation Park. And Trudy and I were quite content sitting in warmth in the corner of that place sipping our creamy coffees and gazing out the plate glass window as Ottawans started their winter Friday morning.<\/p>\n

It was a perfect way to start the day, and I am certain it wouldn’t have felt quite the same if we had been sitting under the green mermaid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When you cross the border, you go from the Land of Starbucks to the Land of Tim Horton’s. This isn’t a terribly original thought, nor is it entirely accurate, still there’s something here. There’s something reassuring about a Tim Horton’s coffee shop, some kind of gem\u00fctlichkeit that you just don’t find in a Starbucks. Although […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[42,62,41],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1647"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1647"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1652,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1647\/revisions\/1652"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}