Tonight, I've had a chance to make it out to a place I've been meaning to try for quite a while. A month or so ago, I read an article about how Menomonee Falls citizens organized a bailout of local coffeehouse John Harbor's, which otherwise would have had to close due to its financial difficulties. As it happens, I have Menomonee Falls ties. My paternal grandfather, Quinton (Quinn) Miller, owned a Shell dealership here in the Falls.
I've ordered a cup of coffee ($1.50 for a small) and am finding it wanting. It's the kind of weak coffee that my sister--bless her heart--serves (even my parents have succumbed to my influence in this regard). However, I'm sure that most customers find the coffee drinks to be secondary, if not last-i-ary. For one thing, a live band is playing tonight, so the coffeehouse is serving as more of a bar. For another, there are lots of little kids running around. I don't think they're much interested in coffee.
This harkens back to the discussion of why I keep returning to the same coffeehouses over and over. It seems most every time I try a new place, though there's nothing necessarily wrong with it, it turns out to be wildly unsuited to my wants and needs. Rest assured, though, that I'll dispatch my intrepid reporters to investigate further.
