Rickwell, I know you'll love this one.
Two weekends ago I was in Salem, Oregon. In between all of my planned activities, I had the better part of a Saturday to roam around and explore. One of the places I ended up was called Governor's Cup Coffee Roasters.
I had been the day before for a meeting, but wanted to go back to spend some time reading and journaling on my own.
To say that this place was great would do it a disservice. I was amazing.
Twice a week, they use this machine to roast their own coffee beans. The guy that brought me the day before said that, if you're in the place when they're doing this, your clothes smell like coffee for two weeks. With a very satisfied look on his face, he then remarked, "It's heaven."
Here's a view from my seat of the back of the house. I loved sitting beside the counter, as it gave me a sweet view of the baristas and baristos (male form of barista) in action.
Here's a view of the drink I ordered, a hazelnut americano. Now, I know I've become known as somewhat of a hyperbolist, but I want to preface my following comment with this: I'm not using a bit of exaggeration.
This was the finest cup of coffee I've ever had in my entire life.
A great atmosphere, a great cup, a great experience...