For the past two nights I’ve been cheating myself out of a traditional Chicagoan pastime… sleeping. Sure, it’s a known fact that we bloggers don’t need sleep. Most of the time we get by on nothing more than bourbon and mocha. So I figured what better time to announce my plans to visit the caffeinated utopia of Grindhouse Cafe, than at 1 in the mourning… Morning. Sorry. Freudian slip.
Brewing their own unique style of holiday cheer, Grindhouse’s brother and sister duo, Gabe and Kate, along with their inexplicably happy and energetic crew, have decked their halls with an incredible arrangement of Christmas specials! My delightfully evil plan is to meet up with their new seasonal latte, The Heat Miser, under the mistletoe… It’ll be worth being put on the naughty list.