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.)