It drives Jeremiah crazy. He calls it "sipping my coffee"-- and for some reason, the fact that I can carry around one of those paper to-go cups for two hours before it's all gone makes his skin crawl. (But he's marrying me anyway-- it seems love truly is blind.) The truth is, though, I simply can't understand why anyone would guzzle down coffee, barring those exceptional (or maybe all-too-common) times when you have to mainline sludge just to get your caffeine fix.

On principle, I refuse to do that. Not when the world is rich with good coffee aplenty.

Of course, when I consider how difficult it can be to find said Holy Grail of Java, I start to understand why so few people take the time to enjoy it.  Fortunately, I don't suffer from this problem-- not least of all because Zeke's Coffee is mere blocks away from my house... er, office. Whatever.  

It's a family-owned, small-batch coffee roaster with their headquarters on Montebello Terrace, right off of Harford Road. They opened up shop in 2006, but Jer and I didn't discover them until they showed up at the Charles Village Eddie's a few months later.  It was a life-changing day for us. (Okay, so maybe that's not quite true. But seriously... this is good coffee.) We're snobs about this kind of thing. We have a grind-and-brew coffee maker-- with a french press for special days. And after the first sip of Zeke's Market Blend, we became fiercely loyal customers. Since then, we've switched to the lighter Herring Run Roast... an homage to our new "front yard." (With due thanks to Greg and Elizabeth for supplying it to us under the auspices of "The Best Housewarming Gift Ever.") 

Since that fateful day, I've seen Zeke's popping up left and right, replacing Key Coffee as the city's hot beverage of choice. So do yourself a favor and buy some. By the pound, or by the cup. Just make sure you take the time to enjoy it-- no matter who you annoy in the process.