I have a few coffee memories of my own. The first one I can think of is the smell of my grandparents' coffee pot. It was a chrome percolator, always plugged in, sitting on the kitchen table. My grandpa always seemed to have a melamine cup with his favored milky Folger's, sitting in his spot by the back door.
I remember having a cup of fairly nasty McDonald's coffee with my brother. We were tandem driving two of his cars, trying to stay awake on a boring, unending highway.
I had the best alcoholic coffee in St.Louis. I was at an Irish pub in the Soulard district with my brother, and discovered the "Fragile Baby". It had strong coffee, Jameson Irish Whiskey, Frangelico, Bailey's, and topped with homemade whipped cream. I still make them from time to time in the winter- warming and oh so good!
My favorite coffee memory ever was my most expensive cup. My husband and I were in Vienna, Austria, and exploring the town. We found the Hotel Sacher- famous for their torte- and decided to have a snack. When we went inside, the host quickly guided us back outside- we weren't dressed up to snuff to be seated inside. So he sat us on the terrace, which was delightful. My husband ordered a Turkish coffee, and I ordered a Wiener Melange, along with our slices of Sacher torte. That cup of coffee was the best I've had, bar none. A hint of cinnamon, smooth coffee, and a creamy top- it was well worth the cost. I've tried to replicate it, to no success. I can't wait to go back to Vienna, if for nothing more than to sample more coffee. There's an amazing coffee culture there, going back all the way to the Turks.