I have a confession to make. Eurosnobs, please stop reading now, as after this revelation, you will undoubtedly want nothing more to do with either me or my blog. The rest of you, are you ready? Are you sure? O.K., here we go...
I actually quite like American coffee. No, really, I think it's a fine beverage.
There, I've said it. I hope you aren't too shocked. I will admit though, liking American coffee is, for me, a dissociative process. Comparing the stuff you get at Denny's to the stuff you get at, say a cafe in Italy or Portugal will get you nowhere. What Denny's serves must be judged purely on its own merits.
Of course, no European I know shares my views. This contrast is clearly shown whenever I travel the states with one, and is manifest in what I have come to know as 'the conversation', recognizable by the continual stream of vocal dissatisfaction with the strength, flavor, and potency of any coffee which is offered. This leads to commentary, such as 'How can they call this coffee?' 'How can you Americans drink this?' 'This is even more watery than the water they tried to pass off as coffee in that other place.'
Thor and his mother brought it to an art form on our April road trip with the hotel in-room coffee makers. First it was just a recitation of the usual lines. Then they doubled the amount of coffee to twice the dose recommended on the coffee maker. This led to apparently slightly less heinous coffee. Later on, they used twice the coffee together with half the water, which led to coffee which was 'almost not too bad.' Sadly, we stopped traveling before anyone attempted to just eat the coffee grounds directly.
Coming soon: Sordid tales of importing General Foods International Coffees into Europe...and then drinking it.
*This in-room coffee maker has a built in grinder. I wonder how much it would cost to get one to Denmark?*