The first thing I purchased, using the two dollars and twenty-seven cents that lived in my suitcase for nearly a year, was a simple cup of drip coffee from a random airport cafe. Drip coffee didn't exist in Australia or New Zealand. Every single cup of coffee I'd ingested for the past year was either espresso, instant, or french press. The later is quite good, but it is still not a good ol cup of coffee.
The coffee was strong, full of lovely flavor of the roasted beans. It wasn't diluted by excessive milk or an inferior method of production. It was simply a coffee. And it was incredible.
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