Kwik Trip Coffee

25 January, 2012 14:52 CST6CDT

Kwik Trip is predominantly a Wisconsin and Minnesota convenience store and gas station.  It is king of gas in my area and once the king-quick-stop for morning coffee.

Up until about 3 years ago Kwik Trip brewed a fine roast of well tasting caffeine filled coffee to kick-start the morning.  Out of no where the company decided to package and re-sell their meagerly roasted blends in ground and whole bean packages called Cafe Karuba Coffee.  Around this time is when the grounds went stale.

From what I can see, the employees are now forbidden to put any love into our cup of Joe.  Coffee grounds are grounded exact as well as brew baskets swelled to the bottoms of hell where brewing only turns the color of the water into a hazy brown.  Kwik Trip is no Cafe, even in Karuba, a village in Nord-Kivu, Democratic Republic of the Congo.

It took a good year before I gave up completely drinking Kwik Trip Coffee, now opting to buy a half of a pound of Folgers at the same establishment for a justified 68 cents more.  Woe is an actual refill of a cup of Kwik Trip Java - especially with these fine establishments selling quality cups of coffee on the go: coffee shops near La Crosse, Wisconsin

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