There is hope. I was once as you described: Coffee ice cream tasted foul, and even tiramisu was too much for me. I would have an occasional sip of someone’s coffee drink just to see if my tastes had changed and I always hated it. Then one day, my boyfriend made coffee using a French press, instead of the drip that he normally made. I tried a sip and it as if a switch had flipped. No cream, no sugar, just a really damn good cup of coffee. Now making (and drinking) coffee and espresso are among my favorite daily routines.