This morning my wife woke me up and asked if I would like to go to the new coffee shop that just opened down the street. My wife, my son and I went. It was a quiet and quaint place and we were greeted with smiles. We even ran into a friend of ours. I ordered their house blend, my wife ordered hazelnut something, and my 3 1/2 year old son devoured a chocolate muffin. I sat down so that I could see into the kitchen ... and watched while I nursed the house blend. At some point the lady working there asked if either of us would like the extra glass of hazelnut coffee they had poured. We both graciously declined and she walked around offering it to the other customers. It ended up on the tray with the other dishes and went back into the kitchen. Somehow, I knew what was coming next. I watched ... the glass of coffee was placed on the counter in the kitchen and the other stuff was either thrown away or prepared for washing. Then, the extra glass of coffee was poured back into the vacuum container along with the fresh pot that had just been brewed. We came home and I brewed some of the Indonesian Flores.