I couldn't find a spot at my regular coffee shop. I don't know if that's because of the weather or if people are just feeling especially productive on this Monday morning. Maybe there was another round of layoffs somewhere and people are looking to add a little structure to their day. I don't know. I just couldn't get a table and it was sort of baffling.
I like the people over at this place, my second choice. They really appreciate your business. So I don't feel guilty coming over here. Quite the opposite, I feel bad for staying away.
The guy gives me a detailed story about my coffee. I like that. He says that it's harvested in Ethiopia and roasted in SE Minneapolis. He warns me that it isn't a true dark roast, but instead a full city, and that they should have the dark roast available soon. In fact, they have it on the shelf. Smell this, he says as he holds out the bag of beans.
It smells strong. The kind of coffee I like. But the full city is just fine. As is the altered perspective. I'm across the street. The weather is beautiful. And it's a Monday morning in November.
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Nice post. What coffee house are you talking about? Maybe if I come back to Minneapolis in a year I can get a job there with my new barista skills (actually, I'm going to start learning the craft this week after properly mastering the cash register). Sounds like a beautiful fall day. It's probably around 70 here and was hazy all day. We've been getting tropical rains at night. It feels like eternal summer. It's hard to believe that the holidays are coming up...Keep posting, brother Todd! (Sorry, I've been exposed to a lot of Cornel West the past few days.)
Jackson's Coffee & Gelato is where I was working yesterday morning. Nice place with passionate owners.
Brother Todd. I like it. Makes me sound like a Monk.
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