I remember my first time.
Hunched up in the back seat of a ’59 VW Beetle zipping along the freeway, I was nauseous, felt my head spinning and on the brink of car sickness, I was digesting my first cup of espresso. Yes, ironically, it was in pre-Starbucks Seattle. We had gone into a little shop in the U district (University of Washington, home of everything new and cool in WA) and got a cup of espresso. My cousin was taking classes there and knew all the “in” places. My wife and I had gone to visit relatives over there,... Sign in to see full entry.