I love tiramisu. I tiramisued my way through Italy.
But not coffee as a drink, though when I was a kid -2nd or 3rd grade - I loved coffee for about 6 months. I liked the last cup from a percolator. All those dregs. My mother was thrilled -I was a good Finn! - and liked to let me have a cup with her and her friends. But I went off it one day and have never liked it since.
I have never drunk coffee. I have no interest in drinking coffee. I really really wish that coffee lovers would shut up about it. It’s less interesting than team sports.
There’s a Native American character in a novel I just read who would only drink “camp coffee”.
It was prepared by throwing ground coffee into a pot of boiling water on the stove, kept hot and replenished throughout the day by throwing in more water and coffee, eventually attaining a state of ultra-burnt goodness.
Not my thing, but whatever coffee or non-coffee people want to drink is fine with me.
The OP should really try fresh-brewed coffee with extra cilantro. Wonderful!
Not anymore. I am starting to appreciate coffee more. It puts my mind into focus mode at college. I would prefer to drink with sugar though.
I remember that from “Lucky Luke”. Something like, take a couple pounds of ground coffee and some water and boil it for 20 minutes. Then put in a horseshoe. If it sinks, add more coffee.
'fraid not, I love coffee. I grew up in sight (and smell) of a coffee processing plant, and had summer jobs there: we got as much freshly roasted, freshly ground, freshly brewed coffee as we wanted, for free in the staff cafeteria. A literal cafeteria.
Rich and black for me, usually, and that’s how it was for years - I assumed I hated it adulterated. But actually, that was because my mother drinks it with milk, no sugar. And that, I’m afraid, seems like a mistake. Milky coffee needs sweetening or there’s a hole in the flavour profile - there’s bitter, there’s creamy, there’s sweet. Take sweet away and it’s not right. Flavoured milky things are sweetened or seasoned. You wouldn’t make hot chocolate with just milk and unsweetened cocoa powder. Custard made by thickening vanilla-infused milk with eggs would be sent back to the kitchen if it had no sugar in. Pour gravy over biscuits without first salting it and the chef gets a slap for serving wallpaper paste.
If a batch of coffee ice cream was made without sugar, the factory would recall it. If Kahlua wasn’t sweet, a White Russian would just be undrinkable bitter alcoholic milk. Which, incidentally, was the name of my difficult second album.
So: give me espresso or give me a hazelnut latte, and I’ll thank you warmly and buy the next round. But just coffee and milk? Well, I’m with the OP on that.
Yes. I am one of them…I do not why…I feel burning sensation in my belly after having coffee…I love the taste…but I’m afraid to have it due to the sensation i feel after having it
I first started drinking coffee while in Argentina in 1994. We were working 12 hour days, 7 days a week and I was beat. The interesting thing about Argentina coffee is that they roast the beans in sugar, so it has a slightly bitter caramelized taste. When I came back stateside, I ordered my first coffee in a diner and was surprised that it was not the same taste. I eventually acquired a taste for it but spent twenty years trying to find Argentina coffee. I did finally find it on Amazon a couple years ago. I had almost forgotten the taste and it all came back. My wife hates the Argentina coffee.
A few mentions of Mormons reminded me of this Emo Philips joke.
A Mormon told me that they don’t drink coffee. I said, “A cup of coffee every day gives you wonderful benefits.” He said, “Like what?” I said, “Well, it keeps you from being Mormon …”
when I drink coffee I have to put so much flavoring in it … its just caffeinated cocoa … years ago Hershey’s did a promotion with a California gas/store chain am/pm and they had flavors like "heath york or even reeses flavored mocha and it was so flavored you’d think you were drinking heath toffee flavored cocoa
Tho I’m glad monster and all those taste bad because id probably die of a heart attack like i almost did with jolt cola… (even though it wasn’t that bad 16 liters a day wasn’t a good idea the college stores all had a pic of me so i couldn’t get any …)
This (minus the beans). Couldn’t have stated it better.
Coffee is something I can take or leave. If we are having breakfast out, sure. Make it myself, oh fuck no. Pay $5 for some macciato crapachino crap, just…no.
Coffee – like a lot of things – is an acquired tastes. You learn to appreciate it by drinking it.
But for most of history Europeans and Americans have been drinking shitty coffee. It’s only within the last few decades that the widespread availability of freshly roasted beans have become available.
If you’re drinking something that was ground up and stored, then it’s going to be bad. If you come home from the market with anything that isn’t freshly roasted, whole coffee beans, you’re going to make a shitty beverage with it.
Frankly, I think espresso is bad too. I’m guessing it’s only popular because people drink it with tons of milk and sugar.
I like coffee a lot but I’ve become somewhat particular about the kind that I drink. I find that a lot of the high-end stuff like Hawaiian Kona or Jamaican Blue Mountain is certainly okay, but it’s not my favorite. I seek out Colombian wherever I can find it.
Naw, I’ve always loved the smell. I remember as a kid, not being allowed to have it, but enjoying the smell of my father’s morning cup.
Yes, bad coffee doesn’t taste nearly as good as it smells. But good coffee does. And if you basically enjoy the odor, it’s an easy taste to acquire. I really don’t recall ever disliking it. It probably helped that my father drank decent coffee.
Of course, if it smells nasty to you, you are unlikely to ever enjoy it, except maybe with tons of milk and sugar.
For years I drank nothing but black tea. Couldn’t stand coffee and HATED when someone offered me tea from a hot-water container that previously held coffee. (Residual coffee oil, urgh.)
But coffee is the default beverage in work - and is often offered as a good will gesture on visits to suppliers. So I forced myself to drink just TWO OUNCES of BLACK coffee in the mornings. It took about three weeks before I stopped shuddering.
(Someone once wrote: “By the time you have enough seniority in the Country Club to have that awful pumpkin soup taken off of the menu, you find that you’ve developed a taste for it.”)
Note: @Acsenray didn’t bump this thread; a spammer (whose post is now deleted) did. So please no jokes about caffeine zombies.
And I’ve been offered really good coffee. My opinion was that it was slightly less vile than other coffee. I probably could acquire a taste for it if I tried, but I’ve never seen reason to.
I’ve known many people who don’t like coffee. It doesn’t seem strange to me at all. However, I do like it, and have a cup pretty much every morning.
Sure, I concur, knowing many people who do not care for coffee. It is not unusual. There are even Italians who do not drink coffee.
Shitty coffee is, of course, absolutely vile. Good, strong coffee tastes like coffee. I have heard stories about how such a taste was acquired; for example, real Italian coffee (ristretto…) not being tempting until American “coffee” had served as a gateway drug.
I love pretty much all coffee, from espressos to the most sugared up Starbucks concoctions. However, I’ll certainly admit that on the straight end up the spectrum, the requirements for good coffee go up dramatically. I’ll only have an espresso in a non-chain shop or homemade. A standard cup from wherever needs some sugar and milk.
The worst cup of coffee I’ve ever had was at one of those kids pizza and arcade places. It was legitimately thick. I am absolutely certain that it came from a heated vat that was kept just under the boiling point 24/7, and refilled by pouring a new pot in the top–independent of whether the previous contents had boiled away or had been drunk.
In Burton’s Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Mecca and Medina, while camping near Mecca he is served “…a cup of coffee, which, untainted by cloves and cinnamon, would have been delicious…” 
This was by one “Shaykh Abdullah of Mecca” who, I presume, was not Bedouin.