Vent: I drank gas station coffee for 6 straight years and called myself an enthusiast
Six years ago I was grabbing that burnt stuff from the pump station on my 5am route and thinking I actually liked coffee. Then a customer in Tulsa handed me a cup she brewed in a plain old drip maker with beans she got from a little roaster down the street, and I sat in my truck genuinely confused about what I was tasting. That mug sent me down a rabbit hole that ended with a scale, a gooseneck kettle, and a grinder that cost more than my first car. Now I weigh beans to the gram before the sun is even up, and my old self would have laughed at me. So what was the one cup that flipped the switch for you guys?