Back then was when I was introduced to steamers. You drive up to either side of the mini building, which usually sits in an abandon or active parking lot. You order whatever coffee creation you want and the barista hands your hot or cold creation through a window. You may also get a muffin as big as my head or a cinnamon roll as big as my a**.
My favorite always was (and still is) a steamer. They heat and froth milk and give it a shot of any kind of flavor you might like. I like mine with honey or a shot of caramel.
On this trip to Alaska, the number of coffee shacks is mind boggling. They are everywhere. They are decorated differently and have some of the most creative names imaginable. I didn't actually take the pictures of the ones I'm posting here only because I never thought about taking pictures of them. I just pull up to the window, order and anxiously await to feel the heat warming my hands and the flavor to ease over my taste buds.
|A Cup on the Run|
|Tasha's Natte Latte|
|Peak a Brew|
|Java the Hut|
Until next time,