Lew -
This is almost exactly, word for word the story of my first encounter with American coffee. It was at Rabbit Creek mine 80 miles NNE of Winnemucca, Nevada August 1988 - on the first day of my first job as a geologist there. Where I was offered a cup of coffee, naturally. When I get it, I thought, judging by the color, that it was actually tea. I said - thanks, but I'd really like coffee. But this is coffee - said the guy. OK, I'll take the tea, said I and extended my hand to take it but the guy turned around and started to leave to get me tea. Later I brought a different coffeemaker and started too make my own coffee which my colleagues called "Chernobyl meltdown" and my Texan drillers called "That crazy Russian's illegal gooey stuff".
I was told that they actually brewed "Chernobyl meltdown" coffee at the mine long after I was gone.
I think Abe Lincoln would have liked it.
Sasha.