Coffee… My love. My addiction. One of my very few beverage obsessions. Coffee is my alcoholic drink, so to speak. I do love my Joes, Ninth Street Espresso, Abraço, and Stumptown, but a girl needs a change once in a while.
I remembered reading recently Blue Bottle Coffee Company from San Francisco, California, opened a few weeks ago in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (Admittedly, I should go to Brooklyn more often these days but it is a pain for me to hightail back to my house in Queens.)
Getting back to the story, entering upon this roomy, warehouse-like coffee shop, I perused through the simple menu and am pleased to know that they make one-sized cups of coffee. As usual, I ordered a cappuccino.
Taking in the atmosphere, it’s simply set up. One large communal table that you would stand at, to drink or read your newspaper or work on your laptop, a large shelf stocked with coffee cups, filters and other merchandise and the statement portion of this wall was the Japanese slow-drip devices that were meant to make your cup of iced coffee. I would love to see that machine in action even though it looks like a mad scientist left behind his lab equipment behind.
When my ordered was called up, I took a sip and was immediately in love. Full-bodied, robust, almost nutty-berry nuanced, cappuccino with a good ratio of milk froth to espresso. Sweet jeebus, I wish this shop was closer to my house or at least in Manhattan. I would wholeheartedly come back out here if I need that special hit of espresso.