That was nasty

I am snobbish about my coffee.

My love for the dark, heart pounding drink started when I was young and Starbucks was not yet a household name.

In those days, I had no idea how to make a cup of coffee. It was like hot water with a hint of coffee flavoring.

Then college came and of course, I found a coffee shop in St. Louis that made a cup of coffee that changed my life.

It was at a Starbucks around the same time that I learned about the French press or push down coffee. It is something that I have become accustomed to while working at the PCN. After years of service tragedy struck, when a pa...