Ah, but no two coffees are created equally. And the first sip never tastes the same as the third, or the fourth. But, that first cup in the morning is sooo important. As my friends and I call it: It’s our liquid heart-starter.
Truth is, despite all the choices out there, everyone’s taste in coffee must be much different than mine. And there are a ridiculous amount of choices for your morning cup of “Wake me up”. You’ve got your “Regular” and your “Decafs”, better known in some provinces as “leaded” and “unleaded”. And then there comes the flavored coffees like “French Vanilla” or “Hazelnut”, which by the way, you assume the attendant reads English well enough to know that the pot he just brewed goes in the correct cylinder, or it was the correct packet of pre-measured coffee in the filter now dripping away into the pot. And you hope upon hope they didn’t get the Decaffeinated and the non-decaffeinated mixed up somewhere from the sink to the pot. Either way, my question was always; “Did they wash the pot out or just rinse it?”
As a child, coffee was something you dunked your buttered roll into on a Sunday morning. It was actually: Sanka, which I’m told isn’t real coffee. Isn’t It? When I was in my early twenties, my day started at 6am with a cup at home, and even though my job was only 2 miles away, I made a stop on the way for another cup. When I got to work, cup #3 was grabbed in the front office, followed by a cup at the truck around 9:30. Over the day, there would be an additional 3 to 4 cups, all of which included heavy amounts of milk and 2 heaping spoons of Sugar. And every cup, brewed or perked, tasted just like the one before it.
In my 30s and early 40s, I learned to lay off, if not completely end my coffee addiction. It had something to do with my intolerance to Caffeine. A Family trait. But by the time I was 50, my coffee enjoyment, mostly consisting of a 16oz cup of 7-11 decaf once, or sometimes twice a day was satisfying.
Today, having begun my 6th decade of Coffee delight, I’m more of a purest. Thanks to a new diagnosis (and the fact that the medical field lowered the sugar numbers) from my Doctor, I’ve gone from “borderline” to full fledged Diabetic. Oh, my numbers have come way down and my doctor has done cartwheels to my successful lowering of my numbers. But, “I’m not quite where I should be”, he says. Those 2 heaping sugars in several cups are far behind me. Upon my ne found diagnosis, coffee went away… for like, 9 months. Then, one day, I tried it without sugar, and it was enjoyable, again.
Thanks to my Kuerig, I can enjoy my coffees at home. And I’m constantly trying new flavors. However, Tuesdays are the days I travel to the Station to broadcast “The Quest” morning show, and I like to stop for my 16 or 20 Oz “cup of joe”.
So I’m trying to find an excellent cup of coffee, on the road. I like my coffee with extra milk or half and half. Extra, as in the color of the coffee goes to a light beige. As in, you actually add more creamer instead of holding the cup in one hand, picking up the creamer in the other, and then talk to your co-worker instead of pouring the one into the other. I prefer to pour my own.
Yes, Dunkin’ Donuts is supposed to have great coffee. But when you run out of donuts, the coffee is bleak. Especially when the girl at the window thinks extra milk is a spiritual thing to be imagined.
I first tried going back to 7-11 and I went to the one in North Huntington, on New York Avenue near the water. Not impressed with what I sampled.
I’ve tried CHOCK FULL OF NUTS from a Velero gas station on Vets hwy. Chock full of bitter coffee is more like it. I don’t care if it is only 99 cents.
I’ve had a cup or two from deli’s that offer a free coffee with an egg sandwich, but giving it away free may be a way to get rid of it. And, don’t get me started on McCafe coffee. They haven’t got that right since my cross country trips to College, back in the mid 70s.
Believe it or not, the best coffee I had recently, came from a SPEEDWAY station on Vets Hwy. Problem now is remembering which flavor I thought was so good.
So, my QUEST continues for the best cup of coffee “on the run”.
Anyone got a great coffee place?
One last story about coffee, and this happened to a co-worker of mine back in the early 70s the place has since been torn down: He goes up to the lunch counter and requests a cup of Santa. The waitress turns around and fills a small cup on a saucer from the large coffee brewing urn behind her, remember those?, serves it and walks away. My friend reaches over and grabs the large sugar and pours a decent amount into the cup, then grabbing the milk, he proceeds to stir it and the sugar in the cup. He picks up the cup and sips the hot coffee quickly into his mouth and realizes the waitress has mistakenly given him a regular cup of coffee. He motions for the waitress, and upon her return mentions that this isn’t Santa. “oh, my apologies sir, let me get you another cup”, as she takes up the cup in front of him. She turns around to the same old fashioned coffee maker urn, opens the top of the urn, pours his cup back in, and then pours him another cup from the other side of the urn, and walks away. So did he.