The first time I visited Asheville was eight years ago when the children were still quite small. Immediately I fell in love with the city as the four of us traipsed all over but as the sun went down and the city darkened and cooled the mild desire for coffee that I possessed turned into a raging caffeine withdrawal headache. I tried to suppress this obnoxious need but my eyes rapidly scanned the street back and forth looking for a coffee shop, a cafe, a late night diner or for goodness' sake even a convenience store! to get a cup of the evil, addictive black brew that my body wanted so badly. No such luck. I stumbled stupidly in a caffeine craving trying to pretend that I didn't desperately desire the noxious brew that was responsible for my severe addiction. Rick stopped and in a fog I continued past him for a few steps before he called me back.
'Michelle? Do you want a cup of coffee?'
Yes! I looked back at him. He was paused at the gate of courtyard that had a big red double decker bus parked in it. I sniffed. Oh yeah, I could smell coffee .....and it was coming from the bus! Sweet beautiful bus beacon of coffee nirvana....I'll always love you....no matter the time of day.
An oasis in a hot city, Double Decker Coffee & Company has mist sprayers that cool everyone off-
even the smallest of dogs--
in their shaded courtyard.
But wait, there's a lesson to be learned: Sometimes coffee comes on buses.