Starbucks had its start in Seattle with its original store located in Pikes Market. And, it’s true, they have stores everywhere. Yet, just below my hostel was a little coffee shop called Seattle Coffee Cafe. I tried it out the morning I left and enjoyed my mocha latte but was intrigued by all that I saw around me. Two young men worked the shop, one on the register, connecting with customers and taking orders. The second man was behind the bar, hand grinding the beans, damping the coffee by hand and pouring the shots through his manual machine. The whole process was a work of art. The little heart added to my mocha does not improve the taste but adds a special touch. Makes you feel like your not just someone to quickly get out the door.