Arrived late yesterday in Provo, Utah, a gracious mountain city and stronghold of Postum. Leaving the hotel in search of espresso I bumbled instead into the clean bright workshop of Ken Stika. You don't meet a luthier every day! Though I'm not in the market for a handmade guitar, this place made me wish I was.
Coffee, incidentally, was not to be found. I returned to the hotel where, inspired by Ken, I made my own.