This exact thing happened to me about three weeks ago; a friend brought some to a party and offered it up to anyone who cared to try it.

It was good. The main thing you notice is it doesn't have that sharp acidy bite that most coffee does.

I know people that have tried it in Bali, and claimed it was good or something, it really doesn't matter—what's hilarious is the image of a woman walking alone through the jungle, meticulously picking up these exotic beans off the jungle floor. I'm sure that's exactly how they do it.

And while I'm being the worst dude ever; palm civets aren't cats.

Body of a cat, head of a raccoon. Of course I'd drink the poop coffee of something so cute.

The little goth coffee place that used to be next to Rudy's on Pine, where Stumptown is now - pretty sure they used to carry it. Hugely expensive, if I recall.

I only drink it if it's in beer.

Palm civets were reservoirs and sources of SARS virus. And while, if I recall correctly, the initial transmission of SARS to humans resulted only from the preparation and/or consumption of their meat as another "delicacy," and the roasting of defecated coffee beans would almost certainly kill any virus, the coronaviruses as a group (of which SARS is a member) tend to infect the respiratory and gastrointestinal tracts preferentially. Among others, Transmissible Gastroenteritis (TGE) virus and bovine coronavirus cause diarrhea in young pigs and cows, respectively.

Mmm, SARS.

Let's just pop a few potato-based vodka shots in there and we're good.

@5 - that beer was very tasty

Dogs would love it with a bisquit.

Actually it's a relative of the mongoose and no I would fucking try the coffee.