When I visit Miami, I’m not just there for the beautiful beaches and amazing cafe cubanos; I’m mostly there to see my best friend since birth (no, really, it’s been that long), Miss Blair (and my dear friend Carine, who made her brief, but wonderful appearance this past weekend). We have developed a ritual in Miami, where after one of our many fantastic dinners, we take a late-night walk to David’s for a cafe cubano or cafe con leche. It’s a beautiful ritual, where we talk into the early morning hours over our coffee. This is the soul of coffee and the crux of why I write this blog: the way coffee brings people together. Does David’s have the best Cuban coffee in Miami? Definitely not. There are more authentic, less commercialized places that I have been to and can’t wait to write about. But it’s not about how great the coffee is, or even where the best coffee can be found; it is about the ritual, the way it brings us together and provides us joy. This will remain Blair’s and my ritual for as long as I visit Miami (in other words, until the end of my time), and I thank David’s for being our sanctuary in South Beach.