Like many Americans, I need a few cups of coffee in the morning. I’m OK with my home brew. My husband, on the other hand, works in the Sears Tower and frequently patronizes the many downtown coffeehouses. He seldom hesitates to inform me that my cup of java just does not compare to the barista-made brew. (I use premium beans, but there’s something about the coffeehouse process that results in a better-tasting cup.)