There is no way Nashville would be the city it is today if it hadn't switched nearly two decades ago from depressants—e.g., most any honky-tonk elixir of choice—to stimulants. And it's safe to say Nashville's coffeehouse culture would not have developed the same way without the efforts of one man.
No, not Juan Valdez. On the anniversary of Bob Bernstein's arrival in Nashville from Chicago 20 years ago today, his wife, Las Paletas founder (and Bobby Flay's worst nightmare) Irma Paz Bernstein, is asking the Bongo Java generalissimo's many friends and customers to send him best wishes. You can write him at bob (at) bongojava.com.
In the meantime, let's play a game called It's a Wonderful Life. How would Nashville be different if Bob Bernstein had never started the Bongo Java empire?
UPDATE: We can think of no better 20th anniversary present for Bongo Bob than the safe return of the Nun Bun.