It’s true– I’ve made a point to taste local coffee everywhere I go. New city? Try the coffee. Day trip? Try the coffee. Coffee is consistently delightful, and it’s never in my best interest to pass a house without popping in. Some call me an addict, others call me wise.
I drink my coffee black.
I’m not really hardcore, I just really like the flavor. One day I’d like to taste the difference between a Columbian and French Roast, but until then, the bitter the better.
Hey… that rhymed.
That being said, I absolutely have my list of favorite coffee houses. For me, much of the coffee-drinking even comes in the experience the atmosphere provides; I love how the flavor of a city is reflected inside the doors and the cups. No two are the same. I love the coffee house. It’s a home for me, and I love the “coffee house culture” across the globe. Similar to a hostel or Cosco, there’s a culture of people who you can depend on being there with you whether in Rome or Phoenix. It’s a dependable scene.
Speaking of Phoenix, there’s a fantastic coffee scene that’s sorely underrated. I’ve been to Seattle, and I’ve also been to downtown Phoenix. There’s a local shop on every corner and every block, and I’m not talking Starbucks.
The people here are an urban, artsy, natural crowd, who don’t “brew” but “create.” Coffee is an art that is created slowly and to perfection every time. A Tody is different than a pour over or French Press or heaven forbid you receive a chai that doesn’t need a good stir. Tell me you know the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. Please, we grind our beans per cup. Also, our beans are grown with tlc and we choose them with the intention of roasting them in the same fashion.
It’s made with love, and it’s good. Really good.
Fin.
Bonjour Brooke 