I used to live at a student co-op at UCLA for many long years. For a starving student like myself, it was an ideal arrangement of room and board for about $350 a month. Of course, that meant a $4 per student per day food budget.
So ... the coffee machine. You know those OJ dispensing machines that mix concentrated OJ with water? That's what this was like, except with concentrated coffee and boiling water. Combine that with a contraption cleaned by students and you have what I call "sea monster tonic."
Honestly I don't know which woke me up more - the caffeine or the god-awful taste ... something like battery acid meets strychnine. I'm not quite sure what strychnine tastes like, but if its taste is anything like its poison, well this coffee had it.
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Seems everything has gone gourmet. And though there is something to be said for the poetry in wine, coffee has a different poetry. Bad coffee, especially. It's that special horrid flavor that sticks in your mind for years, till you think back to that day you pulled an all nighter and thought you were getting an ulcer. This blog is devoted to that unsung hero, the bad cup of coffee.
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