Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Panama and the pea

"OKIES DON'T QUIT," screamed a red T-shirt on a man at the cafe. He was wrestling a kid who wanted a cinnamon roll he wasn't going to get, not today.

"Hartmann Honey," of course, I said to Isaiah behind the bar. No dad in tow, I could treat myself accordingly.

The Hartmann is a treat, I think. Isaiah does not think so much.

It might not be the best coffee to ever be roasted at DoubleShot, but it's pretty typical - handled with care from lot to pot, a flavor profile unlike any other.

I drank down two cups, then took home a pound of Tanzania Songea Peaberry. Take that.

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