The cruellest thing about the brew packaged in small foil filter packs and set out in a little basket beside a miniature coffee maker in roadside contemporary roadside motels with signs posted everywhere like: RELAX, REFRESH, TAKE CARE, is that to the weary traveler who did not sleep well on the dreamy kingsize bed with the soft and fluffy duvet and the down pillows, is that the murky liquid almost smells like the real thing.
Sniff. Swallow. Arghhhh. My tasting notes: hint of several generations old bean (as in stale, not vintage) with predominate themes on the palate of old wet cardboard.
Short business trip. Back home (my own bed and coffee paradise) tonight.