Even the most committed brokavore has an achilles heel. Schmancy ice cream, farm raised this or that, deep-fried anchovy skeletons. Mine is coffee: oily, aromatic, dark roast, whole bean, utter, hopeless snobbery. I’m so pathetic I recently bought a junky little milk frother to elevate the experience. But after running out of the good stuff for the first time in my adult life this week, it was time to suck it up and embark upon a long-overdue Brokelyn taste test: supermarket coffees.
We hereby kick off a weeks-long tour of all of the brands fit for C-Town shelves. Surely there are some tasty discoveries hiding amid the Folgers cans. Right? Pilones sounds exotic and sumptuous. How about Café Bustelo, with its stylish font and the promising word “Espresso” on the can? Even Chock Full o Nuts (but why nuts?) has an Automat-ish nostalgic appeal, though I’m not personally nostalgic for diners with watery coffee. Do you drink supermarket joe? Which is your favorite? And are there any brewing secrets that can turn a cuppa Maxwell House into a Stumptown sip-alike?