Everyone drinks it.
Grown in South America, made classy in Europe, and brought to the rest of the world by caffeinated Americans.
Truckers will down cups of joe at rest station diners to stay awake for the long haul, and snobs will obsess over the fineness of the grind in the cup they’ll pay $5 for, and kids will sip from dad’s cup at breakfast and say it tastes gross.
You add cream or whiskey or chocolate and you have a whole new drink for a whole new person.
You tell me you drink coffee and you’ve told me nothing.