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Showing posts with label barista. Show all posts
Showing posts with label barista. Show all posts

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Quality on vinyl

Okay, so I'm at Stumptown in Portland right now and I order an espresso, latte, and scone.  Am I a worse person for the fact that I, one, see a man behind the bar with about a day's worth of growth and think "he must be new" and, two, hope that the person pulling my shots has a proper "barista" level beard?  There was, however, a person working behind the bar with no facial hair whose gender was in question (turned out it was a girl) so I automatically felt that he or she was more qualified to make coffee than the guy without a beard.  Is that bad?  I hope not because I'm pretty sure that, every time I go into a new coffee shop, I judge whether or not to get an espresso based on my barista having ears with two or more piercings or at least one piercing gauged 12 or larger.  It doesn't stop there.  If I walk into a shop that doesn't have eclectic artwork or old/retro furniture but does have a very clean and sterile atmosphere, I feel like bolting for the door.

I don't know if this judgement comes from the specialty coffee industry in the United States having grown up with the grunge movement or from the twenty-somethings that seem to populate most barista positions.  All I know is that the oddity of a barista or shop is directly related to their perceived quality.  I also know that I am probably vastly limiting myself in my perception of a quality coffee shop.  So I promise from here on out to not blow off a coffee place, whether it be a shop or drive-through, based on the Hollister shirt that the barista is wearing.  I'll blow them off for having bad coffee.  I will say, though, that when I noticed that Stumptown was playing their music on a vinyl record player I also noticed a significant improvement in their espresso.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

An introduction to me and beards

I have wanted to start a coffee blog for about three years now.  The problem is that every time I've started down this trail, I'd start second-guessing my motives and experience.  It feels like, while I do really enjoy coffee, there are so many people out there who "get it" and who "know more about it" than I do.  A great example of this being my coffee-mentor Marcus.  He has traveled to coffee farms, roasted coffee in all manner of machines, and can observe and taste coffee in a way that simultaneously makes me admire and despise him.  He even has a sweet beard that gives off the "I don't trim my beard because I've been too busy driving my Volvo into the jungles of Costa Rica" vibe.  I think, to be a true barista, one needs to have a sizable amount of facial hair.  I may be off-base on that point but most of the baristas I've met have had them and, while I don't want to get into the debate of whether the chicken or egg came first, I do know that great baristas tend to have beards.  That's all I'm saying, and having said that I should point out that I do not own either a Volvo (anymore) or an unkempt beard and for these reasons have felt grossly unprepared to start a coffee blog.

I'm just an average-looking white guy who loves the art of coffee.  I am not a guy that you would pick out of a crowd as somebody qualified to discuss the finer aspects of ristretto shots.  I am just a person that loves learning  and this blog is a place for the person that goes to their local coffee shop, orders a grande, and doesn't understand why the barista gives them the "hate stare."