It's 12:30; my roommate just got home, so that means its time that I woke up. I eat breakfast, boil the water, put three and a half heaping teaspoons of coffee (today it's cafe du monde) into the french press, and its been sitting there for 7 minutes.

I'm experimenting with how to get that patented Starbucks coffee buzz. I'll go get a cup now. Holy Jesus is that strong.

How do you make your coffee? What beans do you use?

Coffee? Nobody here even likes coffee. We don't have much of an opinion. Bah, coffee! We couldn't care less. *insert ironical winking smiley face emoticon here*

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I have a Braun espresso machine at home, which has gotten a lot of use since I got it a few years ago (cheap, from a friend who got it as a Christmas bonus from his employer but didn't want it). It's great: two or three minutes from deciding "I want a coffee" to a cup in hand.
I cycle through the various Italian or Canadian espresso brands available at the supermarket. There was one called Emozioni that was delicious, but Mauro also tastes good and works well. I've found that the more expensive ones just make the machine choke.
Does anyone in Los Angeles go to Pete's Coffee (I think that's the name)? That's some good stuff.

To quote my good friend Sam Walters on Starbucks, "The emperor has no clothes, and he's dunking his ass in vats of Starbucks!"

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F:.R:.

P.S. Chock Full O' Nuts + percolator for me!

I've gotten lazy. So it's a Braun, with cone filters (I've run out, so I'm using the gold mesh re-useable) and Starbucks French Roast, ground, from the grocery store. Brewed 24oz at a time, 2 tablespoons coffee per 6oz cup. When the brewing cycle's done. I turn the pot off so's not to scorch.

freaked me out there, with the bladerunner quote doggo, my name's Leon...

coffee,
n e thing but Charbux, they over-roast and over-saturate the market. I prefer a small business that has to earn their customers with service and quality product instead of market saturation.
French press is the way to go, cause you can steep the beans to your personal tastes.
mmmmmmm

"How do you make your coffee?"

Ritualistically.

French press, a variety of premium dark roasts that I buy in large cans (but occasionally I treat myself to a bag of Lavazza), 5-minute soak while the toast toasts and I do my pushups on the kitchen floor.

I drink about three standard-sized cups every morning. Punishment/reward. No pushups, no coffee.

Cafe la Llave, espresso-ground in a can, brewed in a Mr Coffee at a strength not approved by the FDA. If you leave a swallow in the bottom of the cup and neglect to wash the cup until the next day, that swallow will have turned blacker than crude oil overnight.

Yes, I vibrate at 8 kHz pretty much constantly.

I like my coffee like I like my women, hot, dark and bitter.

I actually jsut made a cup of the "Nitro" blend of the Dark Line from The Roasterie in KC. These guys do some good work wit da beans, elmme tell you.

I've been drinking lighter roasts these days, because I can't seem to find a dark bean that doesn't taste like cinders.

"Programmer - an organism that turns coffee into software"

Well, I'm a European Programmer.
So I do own one of these:


And yes, it is on the highest setting, and once again, yes, expresso can be lethal for mear mortals.

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I make *serious* coffee. So strong it wakes up the neighbors.

I like my coffee like my women: hot, strong, steamy.

If it ain't caffeinated, it ain't coffee!

Black gold - not oil, but coffee!

A morning without coffee is like sleep.

At 16 cups of coffee a day, sleep becomes irrelevant!

Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.

I eat coffee straight from the can. Why dilute it?

If the spoon don't dissolve, it ain't coffee!

Is there life before coffee?

Coffee, Jamaican blend, double-strong, double-sweet.

Everybody should believe something, I believe I'll have more coffee.

if( pot.coffee == EMPTY ) { programmer->brain = OFF };

I like it strong, usually a bit of milk/cream. Since being laid off, I've been making do with the large bags of Starbucks French Roast.
Grind a 3 to 4 cup amount, and put it in a travel cup drip doodad.

I'm also extremely addicted to Vietnamese Coffee. Iced and hot. I could drink that almost anytime.

Coffee at M's:
1: freshly ground beans, mostly Illy's but right now some weird brand I've never heard of, but which is very popular among my guests. Dark roast, I don't like the sour taste in lighter roasts. Cooked in one of those octogonal things, with or without hot milk and sugar. No syrups.
2: eco-nés with cream
3: Turkish, with or without spices added
4: frappée, Greek style.

All depends on the company, the weather, the time of day and the general mood.

Shake:

Oh yeah, forgot all about the Cafe Sua. ICed with condensed milk, cafinated goodness beyond compare.

Ethniopian highland beans, french press, hand frothed milk. Steep for 4.25 minutes.

Story time.

For the last 7 years, seven years!!!, I have been spending my days and nights, when they were available to me, at a little coffee house here in Nashville called Cafe Coco. We called ourselves "CocoNuts" and meant it.

For the last 2 years I lived with a roomie who is somewhat psychotic and we had no 'net access at the house (the only addiction of mine which surpasses caffiene and nicotine, sad to say). Cafe Coco, for the last 2 years, has been my home away from home- I would sleep at the house and live at the cafe.

The coffee there is generally considered swill, by almost any right-thinking person. Flavored swill, but nonetheless, battery acid might be preferable to some. Regardless, Cafe Coco offered me free wireless Internet access and I had earned several "rights" as a veteran.

Until so recently, when I was able to find accomodations. A mini barn, one of those gigantic tool-sheds which looks like a barn, two stories, a porch- the works; for $40/week. And 'net access and cable TV, thrown into the bargain. A writer's paradise. I acquired a job as a butler for a local bed & breakfast and my life has not been the same since. No running water, but my landlord is kindly and lets me use his shower and bathroom in the house proper. Eden, I tell you. And quiet. Ambrosia for the soul.

I have left Cafe Coco behind, far, far in the dust, where it shall be happy and well cared for by the emo and goth kids who have the temerity to lament their mundane and angst-laden lives. I now have a coffee machine. I brew Maxwell House swill that is diluted with water from a garden hose. Non-dairy creamer (2 1/2 spoonfuls) of a variety that would probably thin paint. Pure-cain sugar for $1.99 from Kroger's, lasts me a full month. And a coffee mug the size of a puppy labrador's skull. One cup is the equivalent of four, I'd say.

I have memories of kissing a girl, back when I was 21 and not-at-all wise. Those particular 30 minutes of my life will hopefully be looped for me on eternal playback, should I ever make it to that place some of us believe should be called Heaven. It's either that, or this blissful and simple life that I am living now.

Costa Rica. In a plunger (aka French Press, I believe). Milk and sugar.

You see advertisements for DIY espresso machines. Push a button or two and get a perfect cup every time. Beaded bubbles winking at the brim, even.

Where's the fun in that? I want to have a reason to go out for coffee. I want to believe you need a $10K Wurlitzer with brass and levers and dials. I want to join the cult of the barista, to be a java groupie. I want something I can't get at home, at a button-push.

So I'll keep my plunger, my "French press". It serves.

I make my coffee with mountain dew. Hold the coffee.

i make it in a nine cup bialetti moka express (i think) though i actually only fill the filter bit to about 2/3. we get two mugs out of it.

i use vittoria coffee, and have mine with soy milk (i like the two bean combo over bean/animal fat) and two (brown) sugars.

i have a big black mug with a gold astrological print (RYBY, which looks a lot like my daughter's name, and seems to be pisces). i bought it as a cheap replacement for my old faithful which i had for 7 years. i still get teary eyed over old muggy.

...to maintain the country-western theme:

"But, God, I wish I was-" drinkin' from my ol' yellow mug.

(a play on words from the song "Old Yellow Car" by Dan Seals. Again. Please. Don't. Ask. I repeat: I am NOT a hick and simply detest CW)