Judson The steam rising from the coffee in front of me swirls up to fill my senses with its delicious promise of caffeinated goodness. It's still too hot to drink, and I remember my first class at culinary school, where I learned how to brew the perfect coffee. The class was filled with bleary-eyed students who'd been out the night before and dying to drink the coffee, but instead, we were asked to stare at it, slow down…focus. Despite the sleep deprivation, it was one of the