The last coffee outpost on Sequim Avenue, at Old Olympic Highway, is the Cracked Bean. After you leave this spot and continue north you’re on your own. Maybe you ought to fill up your thermos if you don’t think you can hold out until you get back into town. Six coffee spots and still counting.
“It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity. I bet this kind of thing does not happen to heroin addicts. I bet that when serious heroin addicts go to purchase their heroin, they do not tolerate waiting in line while some dilettante in front of them orders a hazelnut smack-a-cino with cinnamon sprinkles.” — Dave Barry