Me, I like instant.  I make no apology for that.  Also I make it warm, not
hot, so I can glug it max quickly.  Two places I've struggled with this,
though of course my experience of both places is minimal: 1) The US of A
where nobody on either coast seemed able to grasp "I'm not arsed, just give
me a cup of warm milky coffee please" in response to their list of about a
billion choices, and 2) Milan, where they wanted to give me a thimbleful of
strongly-flavoured mud.  One English-speaking waitress understood what I
wanted, though, and gave me the right stuff, but said "See, round here we
wouldn't call that a coffee".  I pointed to a cup at the next table and
replied "Where I come from, we wouldn't call that a *drink*."

I know I'm in the minority amongst enthusiastic coffee quaffers and I know
that I'm basically saying I prefer sausages to fillet steak - but who cares?
Like what you like, I say.  I used to be addicted, back when scientists
would tell you that you couldn't be: deprived of a cup of instant roughly
every 20 minutes, I'd begin to sweat and shake and become unable to finish a
senten.  I'm a lot better now but still swig a lot of the stuff.

I have looked at those shiny coffee-makers in Currys/Comet/etc and they do
look interesting but I know I'd never bother with them.  I don't like
coffee-flavoured *anything*, you see.  I just like instant.

Here - have you seen that Nestle have come up with a Fair Trade coffee?  Is
that the dictionary definition of Taking The Piss or what?

Oh look - here's a coffee.  (swig).

Cheers

AF