Yours, 'til the end of Tim

I may have lost the taste for Tim Horton's coffee. After several years of drinking a large, double-double from Timmy's every day (the office complex I work in has no fewer than three outlets), I can no longer stomach the stuff.

Yes, I know this is tantamount to high treason.

But the thrill is gone. In its place is a faux-caramel aftertaste that threatens to make me gag with every swallow. I will now take my coffee dollars elswehere or hope someone near my workplace can make a decent cup of tea (not as easy as obvious as you might think).

I may have to turn in my Canadian passport.