Bauhaus Kaffee - Farmington, MO. Photo by smalltowngirl
A phone call woke me up too early on this warm Missouri Saturday morning. When the call ended, I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I found my way to my laptop and logged into twitter to pose the question, ”What’s your favorite thing about Saturdays?”
Because most of the responses I received can be summarized in four words: sleep, breakfast, family and coffee, Saturday morning seems like a fitting time of the week to entertain you with my Seattle coffee tales; the summation of my coffee- and espresso-drinking experiences in Seattle.
I could tell you about the fancy leaf the barista made in the frothy cap of my skinny latte in Queen Anne or about how Seattlites turn their espresso-macchiato-noses up at Starbucks, and then secretly dash in – when they think no one’s looking – to buy the green queen’s sugary coffee drinks.
Sure, I could tell you about how the list of coffee shops my friends recommended far exceeded the list of “things to do in Seattle” lists provided by the same friends, or I could tell you about ceramic cups and grungy baristas in elbow-to-elbow little cafes situated between boutiques and parking garages.
But honestly, aren’t those the coffee stories in every big American city these days?
What set Seattle’s coffee scene apart wasn’t anything in Seattle – it was the effect the Seattle coffee scene has had on the tiny towns outside of Seattle…(to be continued tomorrow.)
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