That's pretty close to how I would describe the feeling I get when I enter a Tim Hortons too. Although I have to admit the Canadian chains are much better. The one I was at in London had freaking LCD TVs in them.
You know that feeling you get Christmas morning when you realize that the box under the tree with air holes is that puppy you've always wanted? I get that feeling in my coffee. With cream.
You're Canadian right? On a scale of 1 to epic how would describe Tim Hortons?
