Back in Columbus, the sudden popularity of the Taco Truck is no doubt tied to the influx of the hispanic community all across the country. Except Columbusites don't tend to get their panties in a bunch like their brethren in Arizona. Rather there are sponsored tours all over the city to visit each of these trucks with the dream of sporting some sort of Bourdanian badge of honor.
But this post is not about hunting down Alaska's own collection of Street Meat Vendors, though rumors of a Poutine truck (with real cheese curds!) will no doubt inspire a treasure hunt upon the Gravy Train. Rather this post is about the preponderance of coffee huts that populate this state. Now, warning had been given prior to arrival by a resident in the know that Alaska has more coffee shops per capita than any state in the union, but this is almost absurd!
Whether it be due to the legendary insomnia that results in constant daylight or the perpetual darkness that accompanies winter, these people must be constantly tired and/or in need of something to reduce the chill in the air. There are two huts within walking distance from the efficiency and probably 5 within a five minute drive. This is referring to huts mind you and not full coffee shops, three of which populate the same block in the small town of Palmer, Ak. Huts have been spotted on desolate Alaskan roads, in the middle of nowhere serving fine cups of java, not the crap Ohio rest stops are cursed with, but nice dark roasts from the likes of Kaladi Brothers with lattes and mochas to spare.
It is kind of a paradise for the cold and sleep deprived. It would be a challenge to go anyplace in this great state and not find another coffee stand before the effects of the last cup have worn off. Southern invaders have overrun Alaska too, with the Seattle influence being thoroughly embraced.
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