On Mon 12 Jun 2017 03:56:53a, Frank told us...
When I was a youngster I was never invited to have coffee at home, although I think my parents would have said it was okay. They were okay with offering me a small glass of wine at Sunday dinner.
During summer vacations I would usually head over to my best friend's house after his mother had gone to work. We would sit in the kitchen and drink several cups of coffee before going out to ride our bikes. My dad drank black coffee, my mother drank coffee with cream. At my friend's house it was always black coffee with sugar.