My husband, who is not familiar with the standard lingo of American coffee houses, did not know that when ordering a coffee drink you need to tell them “with room for cream”. That way they don’t fill your cup up too high and you can still fit your cream into your cup. So, I send… Read More

I live in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina and had just returned from a delightful holiday trip to see my kids in Florida. But not one decent cup of coffee during the whole trip. I was craving my Bunn Pour-o-Matic and a fresh pot of freshly ground Colombian coffee. But, as I was soon… Read More

This past summer I worked at Esquires Coffee House in Surrey, B.C. (Canada). It was a place with a really cool atmosphere so guys would always be bringing their girlfriends by for coffee. One night, a young teenage couple came in and I went to take their order. The girl ordered a mocha and, after… Read More

I have only my mother’s recollections to pass on and she recently passed away at the age of 92. According to her memories, we (my parents, my brother and I) were living in an old home which had been converted into apartments. It was in 1946-47. Miss Sally, an older lady, lived a couple of… Read More

Yap, yap, yap: “I want my coffee now!” And as we all anxiously awaited, still wakening from the night’s sleep, my Aunt Merle went through the steps to brew us all that first pot of morning coffee. Sally continued to mutter in a low growl – “C’mon, is it coffee yet?” Yes, Sally was hooked… Read More