Where is my favorite place to grab a cup of coffee?
My kitchen. For I need my coffee black as devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel,sweet as love for me love is a subtle fragrance and not a loud stink.
I do agree with Mark Helprin who in his Memoir from Antproof case 1995 says—the voodoo priest and all his powders were nothing compared to the espresso, cappuccino, and mocha which are stronger than all religions of the world combined and probably stronger than human soul itself.
When the coffee hits the stomach .. ideas begin to move things remembered arrive at full gallop.. the shafts of wit like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink says Honore de Balzac and I second her.