When I went to college at Berkeley, I first got hooked on lattes, then cappucinos, then I graduated to drip coffee. The coffee at the flagship Peet’s store on Vine and Walnut in Berkeley made killer coffee.
I don’t mean killer good. I mean it was thick, and dark, and nearly seared a hole in your stomach. It was the hard stuff. But it was good.
Today I am a confirmed coffee addict, aficionado, and everything in between – largely thanks to the legacy begun by Alfred Peet.