
Lo, the Chrome Brewer awaits at a steamy idle. The peasants lick their chops in anticipation. But where is Sir Nicholas?

Aha. We find him grinding to a start. The magic formula of Antioch? = 16g coffee + 2 oz water. And the number of counting shall be three...

Tamper for consistency of water flow. Such deftness and mastery Sir Nicholas flourishes. The peasants quiver in delight.

The Chrome Brewer takes no prisoners. Many a lesser man has burned alive at its steam orifices. Or at least mildly scalded. Sir Nich fears not.

A glorious tide of roasted brew. The peasants volley for position. Who will be the lucky one gifted today?

Pour.

Not infrequently, Sir Nicholas grants interviews to the Frenchies for his coffee-top dairy artistry. Though he's his own man. Close the gate and he'll mount the fence.

"Real men drink lattes," says Sir Nicholas. Here, here! The peasants grovel in admiration.

And thus, the fortunate peasant was I that fateful afternoon. I'll just say it goes down with nary a biting edge...

Well done, Sir. Well done. King Barista would be proud.

And he's good with computers, too! Sir Nicholas, live long and prosper. Truly a gentle-man, from the grounds up.