My drip coffee maker broke yesterday, so I had to borrow my great-aunt's stovetop 1950's era percolator device.
I couldn't figure out how it worked at first, but she showed me the ropes. It was kinda like teaching your parents how to use a DVR, but the opposite and with kitchenware.
Damn, it made a strong cup of joe. Wouldn't say it tastes 'better', but it's stronger and has a distinct post-war taste to it. The first sip made me feel like the man in the gray flannel suit for some reason.
Anyway, it was good coffee.