Black, black coffee. I need to do a video of my morning ritual of grinding the beans, boiling the water, putting everything in the French Press, twiddling my thumbs for four minutes, pushing the plunger down, pouring that first cup, and taking that first sip -- got to make it all fast-cut, Requiem For A Dream style.
Things get dicey when I travel out of the US and brewed coffee is much harder to come by. Sure, I could go to a Starbucks, but I much prefer visiting the locally-owned cafés instead. I switch to short blacks in that case, or Americanos.
Sometimes I drink tea in the afternoons. I like Ceylons or a good Earl Gray; tried to get more into green teas but haven't quite gotten over the hump, though some varieties with the toasted rice make a nice change. I try to be good and go for the loose-leaf stuff.
Sometimes I even put a little milk in my tea. Thought it would never happen, but I kind of like it.