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Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Coffee Snob Strikes Gold

I'm a bit of a coffee snob. There are only four places in town I'll buy coffee from because I know they make it properly. And yet, at home I use the cheapest brand in the supermarket.

On a recommendation from a friend I started buying the cheapest bricks of coffee on offer a few months ago. Initially I was purchasing the better stuff ($5-6 for 200gms) but I'd waste a heap because it would clog my machine and have to be thrown out. There again, I initially thought there was a problem with the machine: only because my friend had the same coffee maker was I able to nut out it was the coffee.

So to cut a short story long, I now buy the cheapest coffee and it tastes fantastic.

And this week it's even cheaper!!

Usually $2.50 for a 200gm brick they're being moved for $1.70 until Thursday. We bought 8, but only because that was all they had left on the shelf.

We're going to give them a chance to restock and try again later in the week.

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.


His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).


Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.


His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


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