Determined. Insistent. Tenacious.
This was Steve this morning. He decided he must have an Irish coffee. However, it could not be any old Irish coffee. It must be the best. The best in all of Chicago. Which proceeded to take him a little over an hour sitting and researching. Every once and awhile murmuring about another place he had found but quickly disqualifying it.
When all was said and done, we sat and sipped our Irish coffees. Looking across the table at Steve I was appreciative of his determination, insistence, and tenacity. Oh, and the Irish coffee was the best.
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Sounds like a brilliant idea to me.