I was the quintessential coffee shop rat in the '90s ... hanging out with friends under giant paintings sold by local art majors, listening to bad poetry during open-mike night while rocking to indie music. That was before Starbucks took over the planet and each shop had a different vibe and brand. Ah. Those were the days of coffee ... roasted on the spot, served in chipped mugs bought from a thrift shop.
Now? I'm a mom nursing a giant Folgers canister of "morning roast" coffee made in my kitchen. My coffee has to be pale, made so with those CoffeeMate syrups. My fave is the white chocolate mocha syrup.