We learned about French press in Norway. We escaped snow in a Danish coffee shop. Once was enough for the pre-sweetened espresso on Italian trains. Friends redeemed Italian tastes with their stove-top espresso maker. Much to our chagrin, our coffee snobbery became the rage.
Whole beans are no longer a treat, but a staple.
No longer do we search for any good coffee, but the best coffee among many choices. At home, Americanos and lattes are both automatic morning fuel and relaxing after-dinner routine. Too often, I find cold cups in the car, by the computer, or on the floor next to a comfortable chair. I refuse, however, to let the robust flavors of the best coffee fade behind household habits. We still chase the elusive best around the world.