I got my wife this Nespresso machine, thinking it would be the perfect way to elevate her coffee game. Turns out, I bought her a portal to hell.
This morning, she went to make her coffee, and the machine started violently shaking like it was trying to communicate in Morse code. It did not make a full cup of coffee...just a sad, pathetic trickle of liquid that barely filled a shot glass. And when we tried to turn it off, it sounded like a haunted chainsaw revving up. Seriously, this machine was one malfunction away from launching itself into orbit.
My wife, already in her "don't talk to me until I've had coffee" state, was not amused. You could almost hear the coffee withdrawal panic setting in as the machine went into full demonic meltdown mode. She looked at me, sighed deeply, and said, "Are you sure this is a coffee maker, or did you buy me a cursed artifact?"
So, yeah. I鈥檓 now packing it up to return. I hope they don't send me another one because if this one鈥檚 possessed, the next one might just bring a whole new level of chaos (or summon a demon).
In conclusion: Nespresso, if you're reading this, I just wanted a coffee machine, not an exorcism project. 1/5 stars. My wife is still mad at me. We鈥檙e going back to the French press. At least it doesn鈥檛 try to kill us.