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In this exchange of letters between Barry and Eddy Shill, the brothers discuss their love of Mediterranean vistas, Simon Fraser University, and, yes, Terrelli Coffee. Barry,
In this exchange of letters between Barry and Eddy Shill, the brothers discuss their love of Mediterranean vistas, Simon Fraser University, and, yes, Terrelli Coffee.
Barry,
Well, brother, you’ve had two weeks to sample the product – I’m dying to know what you think. Since you forgo all coffee made at BCBusiness for the Americanos of our local Starbucks, I know that your palate is refined – or at least you fancy it is. As I write, on my desktop sits the Terrelli medium roast, in its handsome red foil package with brown lettering, and I’m enumerating the things I love about it. Top of my list is – what else? – that Terrelli brings the “true taste of Italy into your home”? Could you disagree with that?
Respectfully,
Eddy
Eddy,
I just want to correct you: I am not a habitué of Starbucks. In fact, since Terrelli came into my life, I can barely leave my house in the morning – so ensconced am I in a state of Mediterranean bliss. Thank goodness we now have it in the office and I can resume my life’s work: making business sounds interesting. You know, I once heard that SFU was modeled after an Italian-style village, with terraced buildings strategically dotting Burnaby Mountain. And I swear, as I sip my piping hot cup of Terrelli – staring out our offices toward the City on the Hill – that I truly feel that I am in Italy. Except, that is, when we’re in production, when it feels more like Leonardo da Vinci airport in August.
Hope you’re well,
Barry
A bit cheap, I think, trying to score points by waxing poetic about SFU so near the passing of its esteemed architect, Arthur Erickson. But you always were the sibling most at ease with tinny sentiment and perfunctory gesture. I know about SFU: I went there all nine years of my undergrad, remember, and I heard, too, the dark murmuring about the high student suicide rate.
You know what’s a great eraser of suicidal thoughts? Italian coffee. And with my piping hot cup in front of me, steaming up my monitor, I don’t feel there’s much wrong with me, after all. In fact I feel sexy and Continental.
Faithfully,
The only way you could possibly be sexy and Continental, if you don’t mind me saying so, is if you started wearing linens and loafers sans chaussettes to the office. And started cavorting with barely-legal runway models – or perhaps I’m just thinking of septuagenarian heads of state. While I’m on this tangent, news of Italian Prime Minister Berlusconi’s recent escapades could, I think, be explained in part by Terrelli coffee. It is, after all, the coffee that’s “enjoyed in cafes across Italy” – surely the PM indulges too (he has so many indulgences, it’s hard to keep track). Anyway, I’ve noticed that since I started drinking Terrelli, I’ve had newfound vigor – I feel like a man half my age. Perhaps this is the secret to Mr. Berlusconi’s, um, success.
Best,
Barry– For more information about Terrelli Coffee, visit their website.