Let it be known that I like coffee. Let it be known that I am a bit of a coffee snob, not as much as some, but enough to not find just any old cup of coffee acceptable. I prefer fresh ground coffee, freshly brewed. If it has been sitting around on a warmer for a while, I’m going to notice and I’m just not going to love it. Most of the time I brew my own coffee at home and it’s all good, but there are times when I am out and being that coffee is more than just coffee for me, I sometimes have to have it. Up until now, my options have been going to my nearest café, which living in San Francisco is NOT hard to do, but it’s not necessarily cheap either and I may be a tad on the frugal side if you know what I mean.
Let me tell you what I mean by coffee is not just coffee to me. This is the BUSIEST time in my life. I am the mother of two very young children, 5 and 2-years-old, I work fulltime, and I also run this very blog that you are reading. I HAVE NO BREAKS EVER. Do I deserve a break every now and again? ABSOLUTELY! That’s what coffee is to me, it’s a break that I get to take. It’s a break in a cup.
In the chaos of my days, my cups of coffee (I have two maybe three sometimes) are a little oasis of “me” time even if I’m not all alone, every sip is “me” time and I savor it. So, like I said, up until now, my options for coffee outside of my home have been my local coffee shops, which I will continue to frequent, but if I’m shopping at the grocery store, would I ever have considered getting a cup from a coffee kiosk? Uh, no! Because I was sure that would be like bad coffee from a 70s vending machine and that is not how I like my coffee.
Then I got a chance to try a Rubi Kiosk Coffee for free and since I am a sucker for coffee and a sucker for free, I went for it. By the way, you can try a FREE cup of Seattle’s Best coffee at a Rubi Kiosk too by texting BEAN2CUP to 727272.
I approached the machine with some trepidation, but I was thrilled that it didn’t look like it was from the 70s at all. I picked the size of coffee I wanted (small in case you are wondering), my “flavor” of choice (dark roast), and how much sugar (none) and cream (one) I wanted. Then I heard the machine grind the beans for me, and the machine told me it was making my coffee with a French press (ooh, la, la, fancy), and then it poured the coffee and cream into a cup I placed on the machine myself. Now, I was a little bummed out that I didn’t get to choose the type of creamer I wanted in my coffee (i.e. nonfat milk, lowfat, etc.) because a bad creamer can ruin a cup of coffee, but I took a sip and it tasted good, really GOOD and even though I don’t normally share my coffee, I made my husband taste it too just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating that it was good and I wasn’t because he agreed that it was good too.
Oh and I forgot to tell you that the coffee, if I had paid for it, costs $1.00. I can’t get anything for a dollar anymore.