Kamakura — Let’s just say Fingerface Palmieri wasn’t leaving this mountain without making coffee. He had a crazed look in his eyes. Said he had “carried” fire all the way up the mountain and, good lord, he wasn’t going to “carry” it down, too. Said some sweet angel called Eiko taught him how to do this, and how this had become a life-defining act: diving a dark, rich nectar high above ancient Kamakura. Like...
Cape town — Like most parents with young kids, every day is an early start for me. Even so, 4:45am feels a little excessive. And that’s what time today started. To make matters even more… challenging… my wife...
Tokyo — “Do you want to learn how to make a perfect cup of coffee?” Mr. Mod inquired. After Fingerface set the bar high by brewing coffee in the Kamakura mountains, Mr. Mod was feeling the heat. Maybe it was...
Sunday fun day at our after-run coffee. My favorite Orlando thing to do
Breakfast of champions: coffee and Girl Scout cookies! Such a beautiful morning here. Thought I'd write outside for a bit.
My guide had an interview. Some intensely Berkeley-sounding interview...
"Get out of the bed will you?"
We sit, we drink coffee too late, and we listen to the rain. The pitter patter on her tin roof is in tempo with the coffee sizzling on the burner.
Cafés I have known... Coffee @33. Gentle discoursing, app controlled micro-roasting, Portuguese custard tart stacking, UK election escaping room of requirement.
Testing hi. This is interestingDoes it work on mobile?
Whatever happened to Hi's Today's Coffee topic?
Um café, por favor.
I turned a corner, and just like that my faith in the SF coffee scene got restored.
It's a love affair.
Work is not always WORK; how you get to what is next is well...keep on going.
"Acidity" is the wrong word.
The city as anthology; everywhere is made up of somewhere else.
Cold Coffee Fascists
Close but no cigar
A cafe that's worth biking uphill for 40 min.
Final café con leche of our Spanish adventure. Muy triste.
clack clack clack…the tumbler is shaken across the room and deftly poured into awaiting glasses freshly pulled from their icy home.
Not great, but getting better
The day begins here.
I love immersing myself in a new town's coffee culture.
Pre-dinner coffee at Stumptown
Rain outside. Coffee inside. Polished wood and exposed beams. Burr grinders, steaming espresso machines, and gleaming glass slow-drip apparatus.
The good old coffee time
is this all we are? a city of people searching for what exactly? the best coffee? the best real estate? the best bicycling? do we really think that this is all there is? can we not use our wealth to make something better?
My coffee shop away from home. A tiny espresso shop where they only care about coffee. No wifi, no mochas.
おはよう. A nice coffee to start the morning.
Watching the town come to life,commuters hurrying for train as I enjoy my morning espresso
When it comes to fresh brewed coffee,the first sip is always the best!
Post-yoga second breakfast of champions. Boxcar Coffee, Pearl Street.
One last coffee
Pre-meeting coffee. These are the things I'll miss about Cape Town.
First visit to a coffee farm in Mexico. Reading about coffee growing and seeing it are two very different things :)