<p>Just like most people around town, we all tend to refer to time we spent in NOLA in a post or pre-Katrina fashion. Back in the day, when I was a pre-driver liscence, pre-pubescent, some of my fondest memories growing up were the experiences I had at the Dunkin’ Donuts on Veterans in Metairie.</p>
<p>Each and everyday like clockwork I stumble into my regular chain coffee joint for a triple shot mocha. At a clip of 364 days a year, and sometimes twice a day. Anyone who knows me, even in the slightest, will tell you I have a serious hankering/addiction to caffeine. Just recently I've become more and more aware of how much customers just don't matter in these places. Don't get me wrong, I realize that in the grand scheme of things, I'm only one person among hundreds of folks who shuffle in and out. What seems to be missing is community.</p>