Raising Jordans

Well I am one of the very few who doesn’t like coffee – not the smell, not the taste. Give me tea, give me matcha but you can keep your coffee to yourself. However since I have started teaching I have realized the major non-taste related benefits of a cup of coffee and its uncanny ability to help your survive a gaggle of 6 year olds on a Friday before a long weekend. So my hunt began for palatable coffee, and after Starbucks left me wanting my quest quickly ended at 2% Jazz where their locally roasted coffee not only makes the streets outside the Hudson building smell like overdone chocolate chip cookies (yum) but it tastes amazing. So here you have it, the latte that reformed my distaste for caffeine and firmly placed me within the inner circle of adulthood.