Ah, I do love Dana Street Roasting Company. This morning, I was nearly paralytically tired, due to a rare bout of insomnia. So I stop by for a triple latte in an attempt to awaken before a day of reconfiguring computers at AIM. I pick up my drink, see a canister on the counter -- and in my defense, it was dusty brown inside and thus deceptive -- and start shaking. I'm still fuzzily wondering why the cinnamon is so coarse and dark looking, when the woman behind the counter says with amusement 'that's pepper. give me that', and takes back my now pepper latte, dumps it out, and makes me up a fresh one. And then points me at the cinnamon on the other counter.