Bad Coffee

Subtitle: Work of the Devil


“It’s the work of the Devil,” I’ve heard before.


Dreaded Decaf. I’ve long maintained that the global coffee conglomerate cabal, otherwise known as Starbucks, their coffee itself, the stuff they brew, isn’t really that good. Espresso drinks? Best of the worst. Dependable. Not really a hand-crafted, latte-art, caffeine-infused goodness, but serviceable.

One local place, as I’ve alluded to before, I tend to favor. Like the staff.

When the aforementioned global coffee chain introduced instant, after sampling it, I had to agree, it was, is, very good. Perhaps better than any other microwaveable coffee I’ve ever had — that good. I tend to tuck packages of the single serving packages into my pack, just in case. Hard to find, and hard to find for much less than a dollar a pop, the best is the Italian Roast instant. Italian Roast, a goodness unto its self.

I picked up a package of Italian Roast instant because it was on sale and the package had “free cup of coffee with this receipt” on it. Wasn’t until I got home, I realized I’d been had.

“Death before Decaf!”

About the author: Born and raised in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel, settled in a South Austin trailer park before trailer parks were cool. He now lives in San Antonio, Texas.