My name is Scott and I’m a coffee drinker. I started at the age of seventeen down inNew Jersey, and it continued through college days and into my career as a paramedic in the city that I still work in. I don’t really buy all of those tales about it stunting your growth, because lets face it, I’m 6’5”.
During my years in New Jersey, all I drank was coffee from 7-11 or Wawa. Both were excellent. When I got toMassachusetts, 7-11’s were hard to come by, and Wawa apparently doesn’t know that the good Commonwealth even exists. My coffee choice was really Dunkin Donuts or. . . well. . . Dunkin Donuts. Slowly Starbucks have crept into the area, but I just can’t bring myself to drink it. I don’t speak their language. I like to order my coffee by size: small, medium, large. . . and I like to order it by what its called: coffee. Good, old fashioned coffee. Nothing mocha, nothing latte, just coffee.
I took a break from the good drink for about three years, but fell off the wagon a little over a year ago, and boy, once I started drinking it again, I realized what I had been missing. Time after time though Dunkin Donuts failed me. They’d do something wrong with my order which is always the same and quite simple: “Large coffee, cream only.”Â Not Hazelnut, not French Vanilla, and no sugar. I like to say that I like my coffee like I like my women: bitter.
This blog entry is dedicated to that delicious drink that keeps me going, and makes my day a little easier to start. Here’s what I prefer to drink:
1.Green Mountain Roasters — Its my “go to” coffee. I get it every morning on my way in at a convenience store on my short route to work. Its what most of my K-Cups for my Kuerig are. Breakfast Blend, Dark Noir, Rev, its all delicious to me, and more importantly, I get to make it myself. No one messes it up.
2. 7-11— Over time, I’ve found two 7-11’s in my city, both of which are on opposite sides. Conveniently though, one is right down the street from one of our hospitals, so its an easy stop during my visits or after a call. I’ve lucked out to catch it when its pretty fresh too. Its not Wawa (oh please, come toMassachusetts!) but its still good.
3. Dunkin Donuts — Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me one hundred and fifty times, you must be making my coffee at a Dunkin Donuts. I can’t win with these people. One time, I asked for a poppy bagel and got a pumpernickel. If you ask for bacon on a sandwich and you will get sausage. It’s usually one big head banging, face-palming experience. Sometimes though, desperate times call for desperate measures. A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do: play coffee roulette. When its done right, the coffee’s not bad, but when its done wrong, it usually ends up scattered across a parking lot in a fit of rage.
4. Hospital Coffee — This is the kind of stuff that one could remove rust with. Thankfully, our primary ER replaced the old crusty pot system with a Nestecafe which isn’t bad, but this stuff is a last resort.
5. Panera, Starbucks — These two are usually no-no’s for me. I’m not at Panera enough and I refuse to conform and drink Starbucks. Its just too “high brow” for me, and the times that I’ve had it, its usually filled up too much which means 2nd degree burns to my hand when I dump some out, and I’m usually not sufficiently literate enough to decode their menu.
Those are my brews of choice, what about everyone else?Â Where do you get your fix?