So, I once traveled for work. A crazy amount of travel. Though, as long as I had to be be out there, I managed to fill 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 made the day 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 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 check the websites of Roast 808, Intelligentsia, Mudhouse and other roasters to find out who they sell coffee beans to, in whatever town I'm in. If you know who Roast 808 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.