My wife and I walked into a random coffee shop in Salem, MA and ordered coffee. A Swiss teenager prepared it while reading a paperback (used to live in Zurich so I recognized the accent when he was conversing with his mother). It took forever and he didn't bring it over until it was ready to be pressed.

Never had a better cup in my life, I forget what beans and roast, have no idea what the place was called, etc (I was a tourist on my honeymoon from Canada and I didn't have a roaming plan so I had turned off my phone, forgot to bring a notepad, and I have a terrible me memory for nouns).

My wife thought it was "just ok". :)