Tricera Coffee
In Charleston, SC., just down the road from a college, lowland – tidewater to me – fishing, and that church, yes, not far at all: Tricera Coffee.
I am guilty of “contempt prior to investigation,” because I never bothered to find out.

Tricera Coffee Sign
There was a menu item listed, breakfast burrito with New Mexico Chili, and I asked.
Not New Nexico Chili. Not the real deal. I am a snob, but I’ve spent enough time in the desert southwest to know – and appreciate – the difference.

Tricera Coffee
Coffee was quite good. Points for art, craft, clean, well-lit space.
But hardcore western chili on the East Coast?