Back in My Day

Back in My Day
Back in My Day

Back in My Day, coffee had exactly two jobs.

Wake you up and taste like coffee. That was it. Nobody needed a menu longer than a restaurant Bible to order it either. You walked in, said “coffee,” and someone poured you a cup that could peel the sleep right off your eyeballs.

Simple times. Nowadays, I walk into one of these fancy coffee places and it feels like I accidentally wandered into a science e…