Mr. Coffee Wins the Day...

Folk #1: You'd think I'd be a coffee elitist? Maybe I am a coffee populist? Hmmm... I am all about starting with great coffee beans. I have superb bean grinder to assure I get the perfect grind. I have a very nice French Press, and when I am far from home, and staying at place without a coffee-maker, I bring my French Press, which is made of metal, not glass, so my inadvertant clumsiness doesn't shatter it into a million pieces. I have learned how to make the perfect French Press cup of coffee. Let me tell you, in the early morning hours, well before the sun rises, making the perfect cup with sleepy, bleary eyes, without having a cup of coffee first, is quite labor-intensive, and a bit of a bleary challenge. Testing one's patience in the process. But, when all is said and done, the results are quite good. And maybe that meticulous, step by step laboring leads to a certain satisfaction? "I made that well brewed cup with my own diligent effort." Perfect? Well, pretty damn close. Presently I am at a place with a coffee-maker, branded Mr. Coffee, you know, the one originally endorsed by Yankees legend Joe DiMaggio. Guess what? Mr. Coffee wins the day over here. I grind my beans, pour in the water, click the on button, and I get a nicely brewed pot of coffee. Perfect? Well, pretty damn close. I didn't do shit. A grind, a pour, a click, and magically, a hell of good pot of coffee. While staying over here, I have left my French Press untouched in my backpack. Yes. Really. This coffee elitist chooses Mr. Coffee. I mean, it's not really just the labor-saving, the result is a truly an excellent brew. I must say, I was surprised. Pleasantly. Yes. Dare I say it? Mr. Coffee rules! Who knew?!