Oh,well, we pressed on, heading for Denver.
Then, gazing over the cottonwood trees beside the Platte, watching the traffic at 75mph, we spied a wooden sign: Espresso, drive through, this exit. Shall we, do we dare? We did. The rewards were lovely.
Just past the exit, amidst the gas stations and the museum to the pony express with a fake bison, stood a small shingled building, with a drive through, and a place to order your espresso. Feeling the need to exercise, we walked into the building, to find Angela and Mrs. Marsha Hecox behind the window ready to make espressos at the Lasso Espresso Company.
Ben, as per normal, ordered his extra extra extra extra skim dry cappucino...I went for double skim latte. We got to talking.
Congrats to Mrs. Hecox who had an idea and went to Seattle to learn her trade, and has her beans roasted there specially for her. The smoothies are great too, and so is the home made beef barbecue sandwich. A wonderful piece of Americana.
By the time we left there were four other people in the shop...which has two tables inside and two cafe tables outside, looking over a huge plough used the dig up Western Nebraska sod.
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