So, I travel for work. A crazy amount of travel. Though, as long as I have to be be out there, I manage to fill in the margins with local experience. 4:00am, when the world is still. The 45 minute space between the meeting and the dinner. The drive from the airport to the hotel. Every free minute. Culture. Music. Arts. Graffiti. Photography. BBQ. Coffee. I make today count. When you're on the road, do you long for that perfect espresso or cappuccino, the one you drive to instinctively in your own home town? Do you wonder where they hide the the BBQ the locals eat? Or, where the food trucks hide? I do. I scour web sites. I ask the locals. I drive the alleys and neighborhoods looking for street art. I even call Intelligentsia, and ask who they sell coffee beans to, in whatever town I'm in. If you know who Intelligentsia is, you're either in the right place, or you don't need to read whatever frothing nonsense I'll offer up here. If you don't, but look for the experience yourself, read on.