Thankfully, I am a coffee drinker and have been one going back to about the age of 10 when my mother thankfully referred to it as “coffee milk.” Sure, it was a cup of milk, but at least it had enough coffee in it to add color to the cup and pump at least a little caffeine into my system, like I needed any energy when I was young. I picked up the taste while on a summer vacation back at my grandparent’s place in Louisiana around the age of 9 or 10. A friend of mine drank it; his mother ...