New look for The Buzz!
First impressions of cold brew featured in tomorrow's SW post.
And an article I just found, about a coffee/cupcake pairing event... where there seems to have been an unfortunate amount of bacon involved.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Seattle Coffee Works - Downtown
Seattle Weekly: "Local Coffee Drinker Confused by Hospitality" - In which, I finally make a recommendation for the downtown area, out of fear it might be feeling neglected.
Post-graduation, I am now trying to figure out a new "tag line" for this blog, and decide whether or not to reformat it to more summery colors and a layout that better incorporates the SW posts without giving the whole page over to them (yes, I've been a lazy blogger lately). Change is not my strength, so I certainly welcome suggestions from you who read this.
Suggest away.
Post-graduation, I am now trying to figure out a new "tag line" for this blog, and decide whether or not to reformat it to more summery colors and a layout that better incorporates the SW posts without giving the whole page over to them (yes, I've been a lazy blogger lately). Change is not my strength, so I certainly welcome suggestions from you who read this.
Suggest away.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Trabant Coffee & Chai - U District
Last week's Seattle Weekly coffee moment: Tanzania, Brazil: Canadian Coffee in Seattle's U District. - In which, I learn to use PowerPoint, and am dubious toward people who think they are Where It's At.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I have been remiss in blogging.
Correction, technicality: I have been remiss in blogging here. I have, however, been blogging over at Seattle Weekly's Voracious website. So here's an update on the past three weeks in coffee over there.
May 10: Kope Luau: Chasing Sun, Finding Coffee (and Chickens) ... In which there is offered a rundown on my visit to the island of Kauai, the Kauai Coffee Estate, and grocery stores that sell Kona Coffee like it's no big deal.
May 17: Marine Biology, Retail Therapy, and the Allure of Espresso Vivace ... In which I narrowly escape the jaws of REI, and discover a new espresso drink.
May 24: Red Cup, White Beans, and Coffee 101 ... In which you will find an explanation of coffee growing and roasting, given by an overly caffeinated Rose.
June 12th is Graduation! Stand by, friends.
May 10: Kope Luau: Chasing Sun, Finding Coffee (and Chickens) ... In which there is offered a rundown on my visit to the island of Kauai, the Kauai Coffee Estate, and grocery stores that sell Kona Coffee like it's no big deal.
May 17: Marine Biology, Retail Therapy, and the Allure of Espresso Vivace ... In which I narrowly escape the jaws of REI, and discover a new espresso drink.
May 24: Red Cup, White Beans, and Coffee 101 ... In which you will find an explanation of coffee growing and roasting, given by an overly caffeinated Rose.
June 12th is Graduation! Stand by, friends.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Airport Coffee - SeaTac
(Written for The Seattle Weekly.)
This morning found me standing in line -- a regrettably long line -- in the quest for an americano at Sea-Tac Airport's N-terminal Starbucks. Airport coffee, if you don't know, is an experience all its own; a separate coffee subculture, consisting of epic lines, rushed people, and crazed baristas. Particularly before morning flights, people pile into lines by the dozens, already listening to their names being last-called at their gates, but so desperate for caffeine that they're willing to risk it. It is almost excusable that you can count on getting crappy coffee.
...Continue Reading: Spilling the Beans.
This morning found me standing in line -- a regrettably long line -- in the quest for an americano at Sea-Tac Airport's N-terminal Starbucks. Airport coffee, if you don't know, is an experience all its own; a separate coffee subculture, consisting of epic lines, rushed people, and crazed baristas. Particularly before morning flights, people pile into lines by the dozens, already listening to their names being last-called at their gates, but so desperate for caffeine that they're willing to risk it. It is almost excusable that you can count on getting crappy coffee.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Victrola Roastery - Capitol Hill
(Written for The Seattle Weekly.)
I am a mug snob. There, I said it.
Coffee snob, no... I mean, I like to think not, but then somebody serves me an americano that tastes like compost slushy and I rethink my self-assessment. But as to whether or not I am a snob with regard to the vessel in which my coffee is delivered there can be no debate. I am. And that's that. Oh well.
This afternoon finds me taking up as much space as is physically possible at Victrola Roastery on Capitol Hill. I have strategically managed to spread all of the resources my writing requires (as well as one or two it does not) in such a way as to barricade 2.7 places at the giant center table into definite "Rose Space." And thus, relieved of any concern that someone might sit next to or near (or on) me (it's happened), I sit and watch people migrate between tables and bar.
For example, at the moment, I'm watching the man on the other side of the room walking his coffee back to his seat -- arms outstretched like Frankenstein, neck locked back, eyes glued to the cup in his hands as he takes baby-steps toward his chair. When will he spill? It's out of the question that he won't. ...Continue Reading: Spilling the Beans.
I am a mug snob. There, I said it.
Coffee snob, no... I mean, I like to think not, but then somebody serves me an americano that tastes like compost slushy and I rethink my self-assessment. But as to whether or not I am a snob with regard to the vessel in which my coffee is delivered there can be no debate. I am. And that's that. Oh well.
This afternoon finds me taking up as much space as is physically possible at Victrola Roastery on Capitol Hill. I have strategically managed to spread all of the resources my writing requires (as well as one or two it does not) in such a way as to barricade 2.7 places at the giant center table into definite "Rose Space." And thus, relieved of any concern that someone might sit next to or near (or on) me (it's happened), I sit and watch people migrate between tables and bar.
For example, at the moment, I'm watching the man on the other side of the room walking his coffee back to his seat -- arms outstretched like Frankenstein, neck locked back, eyes glued to the cup in his hands as he takes baby-steps toward his chair. When will he spill? It's out of the question that he won't. ...Continue Reading: Spilling the Beans.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Citizen Coffee - Queen Anne
(Written for The Seattle Weekly.)
...The first cup of coffee I ever bought was a tall single ristretto nonfat extra chocolate mocha from Starbucks, the night of May 18, 1999. At least, that's the date that IMDB tells me I bought it, as the reason it sticks in my memory is that it preceded standing in line for the midnight showing of Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace. I couldn't tell you now whether it was the sense of accomplishment in my tentative break into the adult world of Coffee Drinking, or the fact that the boy I was completely enamored with at the time finally said hello to me that night which makes this memory stick with me. But for either reason, it does, and I recall that, in my mind the half shot of espresso I ordered would provide me with enough caffeine to get through the night, and the extra chocolate would mean I didn't have to pay the price of tasting it... Continue Reading: Spilling the Beans.
...The first cup of coffee I ever bought was a tall single ristretto nonfat extra chocolate mocha from Starbucks, the night of May 18, 1999. At least, that's the date that IMDB tells me I bought it, as the reason it sticks in my memory is that it preceded standing in line for the midnight showing of Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace. I couldn't tell you now whether it was the sense of accomplishment in my tentative break into the adult world of Coffee Drinking, or the fact that the boy I was completely enamored with at the time finally said hello to me that night which makes this memory stick with me. But for either reason, it does, and I recall that, in my mind the half shot of espresso I ordered would provide me with enough caffeine to get through the night, and the extra chocolate would mean I didn't have to pay the price of tasting it... Continue Reading: Spilling the Beans.
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