There was a time when coffee was just coffee. No whipped cream. No syrups. No “half-caff, double-shot, oat milk foam” nonsense.
It was black. It was strong. It was brewed in a steel percolator on the dashboard of a semi-truck. And if you wanted cream? You poured in whatever milk was left in the fridge and called it a day.
That’s the kind of coffee we believe in.
Rambler Scrambler Coffee: No frills. Just fuel.
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