When I was in elementary school, I relished going to Starbucks with my dad. It was the mid 1990s, and Starbucks hadn't yet taken off in the area where we lived. The nearest shop was at least an hour round trip from our house. But I didn't mind the long drive; I just loved the father-daughter time. And, to be completely honest, I knew that if I came along for the ride, there would be a chocolate-covered biscotti and kid-sized hot chocolate with my name on it. Both the time with my dad and the chocolate-y treats made the entire experience feel like a special occasion.
