Father has always loved black coffee.
I was still a kid, when I first tasted black coffee… that was when one of father’s college friends visited us after his trip from South America, and brought father some Cuban cigars and deliciously roasted coffee beans. My first taste, it felt just like the awful Chinese medicine (yikes!)… they laughed at the silly face I made after my sip…
I have only been drinking black coffee for the past five to six years… it is now my absolute preference in coffee.
Like father, like daughter.