  I love my coffee. I drink it black, with grounds in the bottom of my cup...really strong. I love my coffee. When my coffee man told me that my favorite blend of coffee, Hatian Bleu Voodoo, was not going to be available until next year b/c a flood (and civil war) ruined the enire crop of beans I was devestated! Since then my coffee man, Mark, has been trying to find me a new brew until mine is growing again.
I view Mark with the same kind of passion that a gourmet has about their Fishmonger or Fromager. Bless Mark and his fair trade organic coffees and teas. Mark runs The Coffee House here in Lincoln. There are others (whose names aren't even worth mentioning) but The urlLink Coffee House is the best. It is the only place in Lincoln where you can enjoy the sublime combination of strong coffee and a cigarette in public (until 10/31/04 anyway).
It is the perfect place to read a book or write in your journal. It is also the best place in Lincoln to meet up with your pals and hang out until the evening really gets started. There are couches, computers, Goths, board games and free books. It is the venue from which many of my finest undergraduate term papers were written, and the host to some extraordinary conversations.
Not to mention vicious card games and raukcus domino matches. I will always love the Coffee House, Mark, and all the other Baristas (epecially Collin, Sandy, Chris and of course Casey). They are my little coffee family. And though some may scoff at my endless love for a place my mother calls "a smoke filled dive" and my boyfriend says is "dark and weird" there will always be a place in my heart for The Ho. 
