I’m in Vancouver for the next 6 or so days. The first four are devoted to the IA Summit, and then Stacy and I plan on staying a couple extra days to look around. (If you are a Vancouver reader of peterme and want to get together, email me.)
Anyway, this morning I wandered into the closest coffeehouse, Fahrenheit/Celsius Coffee. Looking at the choices, I asked the man behind the counter which roast is best. “I don’t drink coffee,” he replied. I turned to the woman behind the counter, “Me, neither.”
Oops. By that point, I couldn’t really turn and run, so I forged ahead with a cup of French Roast. Which was not a great cup of coffee — brewed bitter and acidic.
But, really, mostly I was surprised that a coffeehouse would be run by people who don’t drink coffee.