Picture this scene: You’ve managed to convince someone of the opposite sex that dinner with you isn’t actually just a really terrible life decision. You’re several hours in, she hasn’t checked her "work email" even once, you’ve both laughed at a joke that didn’t involve shaming the homeless and there is an overwhelming possibility that the evening will culminate in the bumping of your uglies. The morning after goes off without a hitch and your date voluntarily expresses interest in seeing you again. Then you open your soldered steel cooking jawnery to find it filled with whimpering morsels of Nescafé. The stale aroma of failure fills the room and is quickly replaced with a gust of wind as your date – face contorted in a rictus of disappointment—storms out in a rage, never to be seen or heard from or known in the biblical sense ever again. You done fucked up, son. Trust us when we say things would have gone a lot better if you’d known UNIONMADE makes its own coffee.
