I have recently rediscovered the luxury of the second cup of coffee. I get my first cup of coffee as I head out the door of the kind family who is caring for me at the moment. So if I want a second cup, I have to stop and buy a refill half way to work.
The gas station where I buy my second cup appears to be clean and brand new, but this cup of coffee....I'm loving it, and it definitely does the trick, but something about the flavor makes me think I should be drinking it in a greasy cafe somewhere, sitting at the bar next to a high hair leather skinned chain smoking woman named Flo. I'm pretty sure Flo made this coffee. It's great.
When a cup of coffee can give you vivid images like that, I think that's quite a cup of coffee!