This week, our global canned coffee revolution spreads to Seattle, where Ryan Boudinot searches for his city in a can.

Any coffee named "Seattle Roast" should be expected to give the drinker a "Seattle" feeling, you know, like watching jets land at Boeing field or ferries unload passengers, Ethiopian cab drivers insult Gore-Tex-clad cyclists, shit like that.

Sorry to shatter anyone's illusions, but Fire "Seattle Roast" elicits no such Proustian associations. It's a watery concoction packed in a masculine hand grenade of a can, sort of inoffensive and bland, like many Seattleites themselves, come to think of it. One strains to catch tones of mahogany and chocolate but they remain just out of reach.

"Mahogany" and "chocolate"? Who am I kidding?

Continue reading Ryan's review at cannedcoffee.com.