Men and their coffee.

How do you make it?  Either drip from a Mr. Coffee machine or my antiquated espresso machine, which I have lugged around with me since college in Athens.
How do you take it? Steaming hot and strong
# of cups in a day? Weekdays around 8-9 Weekends around 4 to 5 depending on whether or not I have a lot to do.
When do you drink it? All day. All night. In my sleep if I could.
Any coffee loyalties? Jittery Joes. My first coffee house in college has expanded from a little hole in the wall with their roaster in the sitting area and Jesus on the ceiling to a rather impressive franchise that is always a welcome sight when I am in their area.
What’s your routine? I prepare my coffee maker before I go to sleep at night. In the mornings, I come downstairs to let the dogs out into the backyard and hit the switch as I pass through the kitchen on my way to the back door. My coffee maker isn't the newest so it takes a while before the water gets up to temperature. So while I am waiting, I brush my teeth and wait till my toothbrush does it's little two minute chime which signals to me that my breakfast coffee is ready. The rest of the day I survive off of swill out of the office maker or some nasty Starbucks from the Kroger kiosk.
What do you like most about it? The smell. If someone ever sees an air freshener that is coffee scented, please tell me. I would cherish that so much.
Favorite coffee shop? Best cup of coffee I have ever had was at Chico's Cafe in Madrid, Spain.  But here in the states, I have an emotional attachment to the Caribou coffee on 10th street in Atlanta. I often go there after work when I am in Atlanta just to sit and people watch with a paper and large medium roast drip.
Most memorable cup? Sitting at the same coffee shop above with a wonderful woman who had a smile for me at the time.
Has coffee ever done you wrong? During my college years at UGA, I often worked at a night security guard at the municipal parking lot building. There were many nights that I used my job as a forced study time for school. I would walk to Blue Sky Coffee for a cheap thermos of stake espresso and some steak fries and feta at the Grill. But this was a time period that I was so broke that I had to choose either food or coffee. I chose coffee that night. Because of the lack of sleep, an overdoes of caffeine, an empty stomach, and high stress levels I was as jittery as could be for a British Literature final the next morning. I didn't flunk it, but I came damn close.
Ever tried to quit or switch? Why would I do such a silly thing.
What’s the worst cup you've ever had? At the Books-a-million in Warner Robins the "Baristas" are not trained at all I believe. There is never fresh coffee. I was in there once on a Sunday just to read some magazines and relax. As I was sitting in the little Ikea sized chairs by the front window I noticed my coffee was getting more and more bitter as I got closer to the bottom. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and poured it out in the trash. When it got down to the bottom there was a thick black sludge that looked like crude oil. I will never...ever...drink their coffee anymore.