I awoke this morning, thinking of coffee. You probably did too.
Some desires are wonderfully easy to realize!
But as I sipped the black gold that erupted from my Bialetti stovetop espresso maker, I began to ruminate—rather energetically in fact—on a lifetime of coffee drinking. The realization: Some of my happiest moments have come with a coffee cup in my hand.
Here are the eight best cups I’ve ever had, in chronological order.
Tea is stupidly expensive in Paris cafes—probably just to bug the British. One glance at the menu, and my thin wallet, turned me into a coffee drinker, pronto.
Jobs and coffee became inextricably linked.
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