My coffee snob set up is to walk my butt downstairs, and visit the Starbucks. Yes, I live on top of a Starbucks. Yes, I find Starbucks dark roasts delicious. Yes, this has made me a weak willed Starbucks addict. Yay Seattle!
I justify it by whining about being deployed, and how fucking awful coffee was on the ship. Despite ordering grounds from (wait for it) Starbucks(!), the coffee as abominable. Some unholy trinity of potable water chemicals, a Hobart machine that was literally never cleaned, and pre-ground beans, and deep disdain that saturated the entire galley, and messes. The Chief Steward was not a good guy.