A dirty medium roast, possibly brewed from the soil under the Mimosa Puddica. Should you plant yourself down at the aluminium feeding trays take a shovel as the mud goes all the way down, with, and you need to try it to believe it, hints of bitter plant sap flavour to end off each sip. There is a NASA-esque machine to freshly brew the Cofficus Cuppicus, but the staff choose to (shudder) pour from the pot.
A giant heavy slab of carrot stodge needs to be turned into clots with the provided pitchfork before it can be trundled to the hungry maw.
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