Another reason to love P&M Orange Street Market

One of Miss Edith's small gripes in life is that in order to obtain Notarius's preferred coffee -- which isn't merely "preferred," but is in fact the only coffee he will drink in the morning without bitching about how the coffee tastes like ass -- I have to go to Willoughby's downtown, buy sacks of whole beans, and lug them home. I realize this doesn't sound like an arduous task but you must take my word for it that it has become one. There are times when I really just can't make it up the steps easily to the Grove Street Willoughby's, and when the York Street location is Too Far. I don't want to explain. Just accept what I tell you.

So yesterday I was at the P&M Orange Street Market hunting for cleaning supplies -- just a couple of sponges and a new mop head, no big deal -- when I noticed a new item on the shelf in the coffee section: BAGS of Willoughby's coffee. My jaw practically dropped. There were several types to choose from, and they had bags of whole beans and bags of ground coffee. The selection was not, of course, as wide and deep as the selection at the actual Willoughby's stores, but you know something? I did not care. I was thrilled. A small burden has been removed from my life, and that is a sweet, sweet thing, like mocha java with lots of cream and sugar in it.

Thank you, Pino.