Over the past couple years, plates and cups in this joint got hammered. Shattered to shit. Hoping that’s ancient history. In one restock raid, I snagged a pair of coffee mugs. White. Thick handles. Pure love.
But French press coffee?
That’s the rub. No big-ass 1L monster for me. Just a pint-sized punk. Brew a batch, it tops out at half-mug. Unacceptable. Bullshit shortfall.For the record, those how-to vids? More twists than open-heart hacks or moon shots. I’m no fussbudget. (No kidding, chief!)
I dump grounds in the runt, flood it with hot H2O, stir the sludge, plunge, pour, guzzle.With these mugs, skip the double-brew drag. Trick: Pack extra joe in the press, then top the mug with boiling backup. Americano knockoff, sans espresso. Christ, it’s killer. Ditching the ritual rigmarole—no priestly chants, no altar-boy antics. Straight-up works. Madness in a mug.