Tea was something that I’d liked since I was a kid. My dad drank coffee — double-double — which was something I was curious about. Then, one day we were at a restaurant for breakfast when the server brought him a cup of black coffee. He offered me a sip and me, not knowing better, decided to take him up on that offer.
The strange dark bitterness kept me from drinking coffee that didn’t have a lot of chocolate and sugar in it.