There is an anecdote that explains why I drink my coffee black.
My dad drinks black coffee. My mom drinks a grande nonfat no-foam latte. When I was a pre-pubescent, I volunteered to buy their coffees.
I knew the orders by heart. Placing the order, I realized the effort involved in my mom’s order. Black coffee, for it’s ease and simplicity, would be my forever favorite.
Plus, coffee should be bitter.