As the man handed me the Uzi, I slid the magazine into the well, charged the handle, raised the weapon and took it off safe. I aimed at the target and slowly pulled the trigger. I fired. Again. And again. And again.
Living in the woods of Oregon, you must be proficient with a few critical things. Make a damn good coffee, and be able to hit your target with judicious marksmanship.
So when those two things unite, it makes for an awesome product.
Enter Black Rifle Coffee Company. This small batch, veteran-owned roaster hails from Utah. They have an awesome brand which represents the antithesis of what they call “hipster coffee.” Which, in my opinion was becoming overly pretentious. I want my coffee good, I want it consistent, and I want my roaster armed (not kidding, the photo below is from their website. I love it).