I have a confession... I’m a full-blown coffee addict. Cuban, Italian, French — even the stuff masquerading as dessert (I’m lookin’ at you, coffee ice cream). So when I say I’ve scoured the streets, porches, and walk-up windows of Key West in search of the best cup of joe, I mean it. This isn’t your average “grab a latte and go” kind of town. The coffee culture in Key West is its own tropical...
