Cheyenne

Went to an incredibly perfect coffee shop this afternoon while in Cheyenne. I was the kind of place where you hope it's going to be what you had in mind, and it turns out to exceed your expectations by a clean mile. My friend Jeff works there. He's been on the job for five weeks and already has turned into quite the barista. Very meticulous about his measuring and tamping and temperature. Everything must be just so. And the beans are perfect, with a beautiful shine about them as they glisten in the lights of the cafe. I bought a bag to churn at home.

My coffee of choice is always white chocolate mocha. This is the drink I measure all coffeehouses by. I'm most familiar with it's taste, the sweet nectarific blend of all things good. (Nectarific is a my new word.) Let me tell you, the white choco mocha I had there rivaled all others. Especially, (dare I say it?) Starbucks.
I encourage you, if you ever are ever in Cheyenne, go to Synergy Cafe. It's in the northern part of town, right off I-25. There's a little rasta-lookin' dude with dreadlocks on the sign.

When you go, tell them the "Great Plains Drifter" sent you. They won't have a clue what you mean, but it will be fun anyway. Trust me. You won't regret it.