My wife likes to tease me about a mythical, homey place where good coffee is brewing, interesting books of all sorts are strewn about, and a plethora of superlative jazz CDs are casually stacked for listening. She calls it the Jazz Hut (I call it my study).
My favorite coffee comes from a place the Organissimo band may know about--Uncommon Grounds, in Saugatuck, Michigan. (In fact, I think you guys just played across the street from there a week or two ago.) There's something about organic, wood-smoked coffee that sends me to cloud nine... I've been "trying" to cut down to 6-7 cups a day, from my current 10-cup-pot habit. All other chemical vices have fallen by the wayside save this one, and I don't think it ever will.
Say, think I'll have some coffee!