As a kid my grandparents ran a restaurant equipment shop in the heart of Ybor City where my cousins and I would work summers, doing whatever small tasks they'd let a couple of 11 & 12-year-olds get away with doing around industrial freezers and commercial meat slicers for five bucks an hour.

A typical day consisted of using the spare office to pretend we ran a business, tagging each other with the price gun while we were supposed to be doing inventory, and hiding in the racks from 'the scary customers' looking to outfit their new shops with rebuilt machines.

Each day during those summers there would be an unmistakable scent that made industrial Ybor City a little less... smelly. Covering the smoke from the Cigar Factories and burning fumes from the steel plant across the street, the unmistakable scent of Freshly Roasted Coffee from the Cuban coffee roasters downtown would float down 8th street every time they fired up their roaster.