Most people come to this forum and say: "Ahem, my name is X and I have an unhealthy relationship with coffee." In addition to that, I love Walt Disney World. Love it. Yes, I'm a grown man, with a family and reasonably normal (whatever that means). I'm writing to you right now from the Home of the Mouse, in hot and stormy Orlando, Florida.
WDW (that's what we call it when we love it) is a wonderful place with some of the worst coffee on the planet. They have these machines labeled Nescafe that squirt out this barely drinkable swill someone had the temerity to label "coffee." I've hated the stuff on every one of my (many) visits here. Until now.
From where Im sitting, I can see my West Bend Air Crazy, all of my green coffee beans, my Hario grinder and my french press. On this trip so far, I've had coffee from Columbia, Guatemala, Yemen, Ethiopia, Burundi and Rwanda. Thanks to SM, it truly is a small world, after all. WDW + a perfect cup of coffee = a truly magical experience.
