French Press tonight at Denver Bicycle Cafe, where several months ago they serendipitously gave me the same botanical mug three times in a row. Because it matches my tatts. Now they’ve put my name on it.
This morning I stood in line for a ridiculous amount of time behind a bunch of folks ordering Starbuck-esque drinks to get a pour-over at one of the newest coffee bars in town. It did not disappoint.
Steam Espresso Bar is the new kid on the block on South Pearl Street, and the closest indie coffee shop to me that does single-pours with really good beans.
I tried not to be too resentful of the people hoarding tables before they ordered. But it’s one of my biggest pet peeves.
I came back after the farmer’s market and had an espresso, read a bit, and had a nice chat with one of the owners, Hani. Steam, you’ve got my business.