Bravo! I too live by the bean! Not to the extent you obviously do but I love my coffee.

My first espresso story.

My ship was in El Ferrol Spain and I was meeting my sister in Paris to tour around Canadian battle fields for a week. I caught the milk run from El Ferrol to the French border. The coffee on board ran out after about 15 seconds. Time to travel to the border? 18 hours.............. Get to the border and have about a minute to catch my French train. Get on board and the "galley" was closed for this over night run to Paris. Arrive in Paris 25 hours after I left El Ferrol and not a drop of coffee to be had. The first thing I needed my sister to do? Get me a coffee!!!!!!! (she is the French speaker ). She goes over to the kiosk in Gare De Nord and comes back with this thimble..... What's that I ask. Espresso she replys. K. I one shot the thimble of caffine goodness and point her back at the kiosk for a refill. The guy running the place is looking at me like have two or more heads. Get the second and one shot it as well. Say, this stuff is pretty good! Get me another o sister of mine! This one a drank like a human being should and really enjoyed it.

My sister took me back to the hotel and I collapsed for 12 hours after one mother of a long day!

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