My brother-in-law worked for a local coffee warehouse for a couple of months (it was
a long stint for him). One day he brought home a sticker from one of the coffee bags and stuck it on my coffee bean
canister. "Fried Nerve Ends," it reads. I loved it.
So it may not surprise you to know that my new favorite coffee is this "Thundermuck" from Columbia River Coffee Roasters. How can you not love coffee that sounds like, uhh, mud? I take a perverse pleasure in drinking delicious, dark things that sound... silly. Why am I so attracted to terrible-sounding coffee?







