I am a god dammed fiend. I need it, man. I jones for it. Give it to me straight up, black, strong, bold deliciousness. I’m a drunk, and a gambler, but those vices fall by the wayside compared to my coffee drinking. I bet I’ve got enough leisure time before work for two pots…. yes, yes, mmmm.
Look, Mr. Budding eco-friendly anti-corporate capitalist, I don’t give a shit about your politics on coffee. I don’t care if it’s farmer friendly, all I care about it getting it. Starbucks is what it is for better or for worse, but dammit they make coffee and that’s all that matters.
The Pike Place Roast blend comes off as a neutral, mild yet perfectly acceptable blend. I find no hint of hazelnut or vanilla, just a nice clean roasted bean. I’ve had a few burnt batches, that tasted like drinking coffee that had cigarettes ashed in it, but that may be my coffee maker. The poor girl is getting older, and the brewing is becoming more inconsistent.
I have always found that the best way to get the taste from a blend is to let it cool down until it is almost cold. The true aroma really seems to reveal itself when it’s not burning your tongue.
Would I recommend the Pike Place Roast you ask? Well, honestly that depends. I have no idea how much it cost because I bought the bag when I was drunk. So, if it’s relatively cheap then yes, buy the damn thing. If it’s not then find something else. This is no special coffee. It’s about as non-offensive as they come. I’m sure by now you coffee aficionados will be coming for my head for this very unrefined review, but hey that’s what this blend deserved. Garth Brooks has a BBQ stain on his white T-shirt, and I have coffee stains all my white T-shirts, and my teeth, keyboard, carpet, newspaper, and couch.
NO ROOM FOR CREAM. DRINK IT BLACK!
