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Originally Posted by alanint
Here in Miami I can get the best coffee on almost any street corner.
Starbucks and other trendy purveyors of syrup, ('cause it certainly ain't coffee!) have never done well in this town.
We serve REAL coffee here!
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Alanint,
One day in 1991 in "Guest Worker Camp 15" (this was about 4 weeks after the cuttin' and slicin' had stopped, I was Battalion OD. (Yes, a
Gunnery Sergeant as Battalion OD! Long Story, but I digress.)
A young Latino Corporal from Miami was my Bn orderly. At Taps he pulled out a small metal coffee making device shaped like a fat hourglass. He filled the bottom portion with water and the top portion he filled with a ground coffee his Mama had sent him. It was dark and it was ground as fine as snuff. He screwed that whole contrivance together and placed it over a Sterno stove. When it finished doing its thing he poured each of us a small portion in a demitasse (?) cup and added enough canned condensed milk to bring it to the top. We drank it slow while discussing his brand new baby daughter, Margaret, whom he had not met yet. We finished the coffee and he rolled into his f4rtsack and went fast asleep. I hopped into the OD's Hummer and "toured the Battalion area" for the entire rest of the night! I don't think I slept for the next two days. But, I digress. That coffee (Cuban Expresso?) was absolutely the best I've ever had!
I think I would visit Miami just for the coffee. (Gosh, I guess "Margaret" must be about 23 now!)
Gunny John