It is EARLY, it is SO early, and Chichen Itza better be worth dragging
ourselves out of bed at this ungodly vacation-hour. The hotel kitchen isn’t
even open when we stumble in, and the tour van comes before we can finish our
coffee. Alas, they are punctual, and extremely professional – the guide only
raises one eyebrow at the hair I didn’t bother to brush.
We are the first to be picked up so we have to wait for the
others. But rather than have us sit in
the van for ten minutes, our guide is a thoughtful guy, and he has the driver
drop us off at Ki’Bok.
I am mostly a Starbucks girl, but even a Mormon could see that
Ki’Bok is amazing. A simply, beautifully-done coffee-stand, sorta-hut, emanating
fragrant, fresh brews. We get an Americano, and it’s awesome.
We’re hungry, but we’re stuck in that too-sleepy-to-eat limbo that comes before breakfast, so a smaller Pecan Bar will do. It’s a secret family recipe, they say, and we can’t get enough. The crust is solid butter, the pecan layer is lighter than what they put in a pie except they add an extra cup of sugar to each bar and probably lace it with crack because we couldn’t resist getting a second round. We ate them so fast, this blurry action shot was all I got.
If Ki’Bok isn’t
the best coffee shop in town, I will never know. I don’t know my coffee, but I
do know when something is exceptional, and there’s nowhere else I need to go.
With us full on coffee and pastries, in an air-conditioned van full on fuel,
our daytrip only gets better from here.
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