"Well, as I always say, if you've got to do the impossible, you might as well do it with a cup of coffee in hand," said Darwood. Smitty looked at him and blinked. "My good man, you've never said a thing like that in all your life. But it's a damn good thing to say. Caribou?" "Caribou." Smitty didn't really need to ask. Caribou was the only ubiquitous chain with outstanding coffee, and the two seldom ventured elsewhere for a cup. As soon as they said it, Eli had them cruising several blocks past the Senate and turning a corner before it slowed, found a parking spot, and halted maybe mile from the Apex. The men clambered out and made their way into the lodge-like cafe. Chain cafes had always relied on three things to spread themselves wide and keep profits high: friendly workers; a great atmosphere; and aggressive marketing, even if subtle. Terrific coffee was secondary because, with a public that barely knew good coffee, it was just a drain on profit. Coffee snobs, though, felt that Caribou had gone a step further and offered an excellent brew on top of all else, which allowed for its climb from obscurity against the other chains. |
In any case, I'll answer the question no doubt chewing on your brain: yes, much of my work on the book was done in Caribou. And definitely that chapter was written there.
Now some questions for you: ever been to a 'Bou? Like the coffee? And importantly ... do they have a bookshelf that needs a free copy of Darwood & Smitty? I'm open to sharing a few copies in this way.