Coffee

Alan approached cautiously. Would they be serving a rich Colombian blend, or would there be flavor, like butterscotch or praline?

The coffee-room had no other occupant, that forenoon, than the gentleman in brown. His breakfast-table was drawn before the fire, and as he sat, with its light shining on him, waiting for the meal, he sat so still, that he might have been sitting for his portrait.

Alan approached cautiously. Would they be serving a rich Colombian blend, or would there be flavor, like butterscotch or praline?

China Waters was justly proud of the coffee at the Blue Onion. She had no intention of trusting its preparation to her daughter, Barbie.

Holly, on the other hand, was showing some potential. If only she didn't spend so much time daydreaming!

if coffee
then +milk
+sugar
stir
return

How can my day begin before my morning cup of coffee?

my screen white as snow
five hundred words before dawn
good time for coffee

There was no coffee in the cupboard that morning so I had to swing by the Cebolla Azul on my way to catch the bus up the mountain.

The aroma is remarkable: rich, sweet, caramelly, complete. In the cup substantial, brightly rich, with tickles of citrus and cocoa. The chocolate-toned finish sits rather heavily on the palate.

Coffee is the opposite of beer. Coffee is sharp, dark, meaty, expensive. Beer is soft, light (except when it's dark), foamy, and friendly. Coffee winds you up; beer winds you down. Coffee has piercing eyes; beer gives you a big ole hug.

Maribeth's coffee made up for a lot, Joe thought.

Give me a tanker truck full of coffee and a star to steer her by!