psyd wrote:
"I'd like a decaf doppio, please, and a half-a pound of the espresso blend." (long story, but I'm one of the guys who won't quit just because he's hit his personal caffeine limits!) "Uhm, what?" "Double espresso, decaf." "Uhm, ok..."
"How long ago was the espresso blend roasted?"
"Uh, well, I guess about and hour ago"
"Nice, I guess that is fresh roasted"
"So, what's the blend on the espresso beans?" "Uhm, it's a drink made with blended ice." (they call their frappe-like cold drinks 'Blends')
"Uhm, no, I mean what beans are used to make up the espresso blend"
"I think it's French Roast"
"You French roast your espresso blend?"
"No, I mean, I don't know...it's, uhm, er... roasted." At this point there are so many red flags I'm starting to feel like an unruly bull in Madrid.
"You own a coffee-shop, hunh?!?"
I think I broke her, 'cause she moved back home. In other news, though, it seems that the roaster knows what he's doing, his partner (wife? Girlfriend?) and he are both knowledgeable and friendly, and they're actual coffee people. Shame about the girl, she did have some skills, and the rest coulda come easily...





