It tastes like old sock juice.
I'm down to my last bag of Long Bottom coffee my mom sent me back in December and I needed an afternoon pick-me-up. All the friend people I know have this stuff in their cabinet- and I had a jar from like a year and a half ago.
I heated up water.
|Me n Sock Juice|
Repeat until contents are empty.
Living in France has some minor faults- the espresso is great, but it's not such a culture of big cups of coffee. I am definitely missing the big fluffy couches and the ginormous lattés for only like 2 bucks. Portland = stumptown, Lyon = sockjuice town.