Bike Hugger 

About 1/2 way through our honeymoon/cycling trip across Southcentral Alaska a couple years ago, I spotted an espresso ahead sign and was like what! It had been days since I’d had good coffee and I mean Seattle-style, dark muddy, depth-charge-in-your-gut espresso and rode 26 miles, ticking off each mile, and noting each sign to get a cup. And it was really good, best cup ever actually.