There’s a coffee shop that I go to a lot that I haven’t told my best friends about. It’s not an upscale place. Nothing trendy or anything like that. I’m not sure my friends would even go there if I casually brought it up. Most likely they would roll their eyes and at laugh at my choice. It’s kind of an old hole in the wall place. Trust me, you’d never see it on a list of popular places to meet up. It’s dark, quaint, off the beaten path. However, they don’t know what I discovered there.

The coffee isn’t the real reason I stop in. Coffee is pretty much the same in all the local coffee bars in my area. So it’s not the coffee, though it’s good there. No complaints about the coffee. What keeps me coming back is that I discovered this grande, steamy hot South American blend that makes my mouth water the minute I walk in the door. Antonio. His name is Antonio. He could be selling Folger’s in a dixie cup for eight dollars a pour and I’d keep coming back. Don’t ask me where this place is. I’m not telling.