I could drink a Cafe Bustela at midnight! I have my own Moka pot and am pretty good at it.
My husband, on the other hand, spent a small fortune on this machine that looks like a plumber's nightmare sitting on our counter. The noise he makes between grinding and hissing and squirting is downright scary. But when I hear it I know I'm in for a treat!
I'll drink a breve latte when he makes it for me, but during the day I'm a dark roast black coffee girl. Ain't got time for the niceties. I need caffeine, and I need to mainline it.