jonnynobody
Well-Known Member
I've heard that about the dark roast coffee in the past. I think my palette prefers the dark roast from a flavor perspective. Medium roasts just don't have any flavor. At least the ones I've tried, and I'm by no means a connoisseur of coffee. I just like it to taste decent (folgers or better), and give me a kick in the ass to start my day. Here is how I started brewing my coffee a couple years ago. I got tired of the shitty drip coffee makers in their performance and maintenance needs. I wound up moving to a goose neck steel tea pot to boil my water in. I add my coffee. Stir. Depending on how strong I want it I let it steep for different amounts of time. Usually 1 minute. Bad days when I want it strong 5 minutes. I don't brew in the pour over cone. It just clogs the pores of the filter obscenely fast. Then I gotta take the fucker downstairs with a pair of metal tongs, fire up the blow torch, and burn it the fuck off. While it is fun it's not what I want to be doing with my time at 6:30 in the morning half awake in desperate need of my caffeine fix That's why I started brewing in the tea pot. No more coffee filters. Then I pour the goose neck brewed coffee through the hand held strainer and into my Brewology pour over coffee filter sitting on top of my coffee mug. Best cup of coffee around. Strong too if I do the 5 minute steep. Drink that shit with a spoonThe darker the roast the less caffeine content.
I drink a 20ish oz pot of black single origin (usually Ethiopian Sidamo or Yirgachef) made in a Chemex (a pour over coffee pot) I grind it in a Baratza Virtuoso. It’s my morning ritual and helps me get ready for my day. At work we have Fetco brewers brewing a decent La Columbe blend. I also do the rockstar 300mg sour apple drinks.
Those Rockstar drinks are no joke. I think the ones I use to drink when I was doing cable installation were 220MG. I drank 2 one morning at the gas station on my way out to start my route. The caffeine just hit me hard. I felt like Mike Tyson was squeezing my stomach. I opened the door and puked 32 ounces of Rockstar and god knows how much coffee allover the gas pump I was parked at. It was just projectile dude. I think about that day and that moment every time I am reminded of those energy drinks. The horror. The horror...