
I am writing to inform you, good people of the interwebs, that I have officially joined the most pretentious group of coffee drinkers around, the Nespresso Coffee Club. This is my beautiful new coffee maker. You insert pods and presto! In about 30 seconds you have the most insane cup of either coffee or espresso. Perfect crema, no grit, nothing but net. But see, you can only buy coffee from Nespresso (online) or eBay, which is where I failed miserably in my research. You actually have to join a club where they give you a member number. Its all ridiculous. Let me just tell you my tale.
See, my Father in law has the Nespresso D290 in red (below). Monster of a machine, about the size of Kitchen Aid mixer, that includes serious pressure and a glass water tank on the back with a filter. So you can fill it up and then don't have to touch the water until it runs out. All you do is pop in these little capsules filled with fancy coffee (with fancy Italian names) and presto, magic, the best cup of coffee you'll ever drink. I had two cups of this magic coffee every morning while on vacation in the dessert.
Ok, so lets see here. I've gone from wanting to move to a more sustainable form of living by moving to a manual grinder and french press pot to the most pretentious coffee maker on the market, that costs hella dough. This thing is so pretentious that the user manual had instructions in about 5 different European languages, none of which is English. Ladies and gentleman, that's call regressing. Its also what happens when you go back to college at 31. Some things come, some things go.
I need a name for this machine. It needs to be completely pretentious. Any suggestions?
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If he's a boy: Worthington, Preston, Jazz, Mr. Belvedere
If she's a girl: Katherine, Madison, Mrs. Olsen
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