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Topic: Gaack! Evil, sad, bummer. Hometown blues (4 msgs / 174 lines)
1) From: Scott Marquardt
This post isn't good news, happy, or anything else. Just a brief story.
I just did a 1500 mile round trip in about 40 hours, tiring for me. It led
to my hometown at one point, a small plains state main street recently
graced by a coffee house with a wonderful ambience and promising equipment.
The roaster whose beans they also sell seemed reputable, if distant.
On my way out of town -- a hot day -- I ordered a coupla doubles on ice.
Back home, when out of range of my own brews I'll often pour half & half
over such for a great Americano iced. Nothing remarkable there. But these
things -- oh good grief. Unbelievably stale. UnbelEEEvably. Seriously. I
realized I couldn't drink the stuff. Unfortunately I was out of town before
I even tried 'em, and frankly, since the owner is the wife of a high school
classmate (class of '78), I'd have been puzzling over how to say that the
espresso was crap.   ;-)
I realized to my distress that the owner was not a coffee lover. And I'm
deciding, more and more as time goes by, that I'm not interested in coffee
sold by "mere businesses." I want to see a coffee-loving owner in the
establishment at least some of the time, pleased to see his/her customer's
smiles.
In my home town, this shop was really the only hope for acquainting people
with good coffee. And now that hope is, apparently, crushed.
Fortunately, I had a couple pounds of the two beans I roast at the farmer's
market (if you're Chicago, come to the North Riverside farmer's market some
Saturday morning), and I left them with the PBTC before I discovered the
horror of their beans. I had urged the staff (the owner was absent) to try
the beans and let me know by e-mail what they think. Maybe -- just maybe --
I planted the seeds of change in that little shop. I sure hope so.
-- 
Scott

2) From: miKe mcKoffee
	From: homeroast-admin
[mailto:homeroast-admin] On Behalf Of Scott Marquardt
	Sent: Thursday, July 13, 2006 7:45 PM
	In my home town, this shop was really the only hope for acquainting
people with good coffee. And now that hope is, apparently, crushed.
	 
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Unless you move back to your home town and open shop:-)
Kona Konnaisseur miKe mcKoffee
URL to Rosto mods, FrankenFormer, some recipes etc:http://mdmint.home.comcast.net/coffee/Rosto_mod.htmUltimately the quest for Koffee Nirvana is a solitary path. To know I must
first not know. And in knowing know I know not. Each Personal enlightenment
found exploring the many divergent foot steps of Those who have gone before.

3) From: raymanowen
"...how to say that the espresso was crap."
Modest proposal:
"Es ist ganz Pferdescheisse", or "Scattah ala' mode"- ro
On 7/13/06, Scott Marquardt  wrote:
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"When the theme hits the bass, I dance the Jig!" - -Virgil Fox at the
Wichita WurliTzer

4) From: Sandy Andina
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Hit a N. WI coffeeshop on the way up to the U.P.  PBTC was the  
owner's teenage daughter. Uh-oh. At least they had a nice 2-group  
Fantasia and a big Macap grinder, and the PFs were in the machine.  
Ordered a breve cappuccino, extra shot--and she asked me what kind of  
milk was in a breve. Then she took out one of the PFs, and it looked  
like there already was coffee in it; she stuck it under the grinder,  
flapped twice, tapped it against the built-in tamper, and hit the 2- 
shot button. Espresso gushed quickly into two shot glasses to the 2- 
oz. mark--about 12 sec. Crema settled quickly, and was light yellow.  
She steamed the half-and-half and poured first it and then the  
contents of one shot glass into the cup. She set the second filled  
shot glass atop the machine.  I took a sip and could barely taste the  
coffee. I asked if she could add a single ristretto, and I'd pay  
extra, of course. She replied, "I don't know how to do that--would  
you like the other shot?" I said sure, and she poured it in. It  
tasted like a single cappa. Oh, well. It was the only game in town.....
On Jul 14, 2006, at 1:36 AM, raymanowen wrote:
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Sandy Andina
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Hit a N. WI coffeeshop on the =
way up to the U.P.  PBTC was the owner's teenage daughter. Uh-oh. At =
least they had a nice 2-group Fantasia and a big Macap grinder, and the =
PFs were in the machine. Ordered a breve cappuccino, extra shot--and she =
asked me what kind of milk was in a breve. Then she took out one of the =
PFs, and it looked like there already was coffee in it; she stuck it =
under the grinder, flapped twice, tapped it against the built-in tamper, =
and hit the 2-shot button. Espresso gushed quickly into two shot glasses =
to the 2-oz. mark--about 12 sec. Crema settled quickly, and was light =
yellow. She steamed the half-and-half and poured first it and then the =
contents of one shot glass into the cup. She set the second filled shot =
glass atop the machine.  I took a sip and could barely taste the =
coffee. I asked if she could add a single ristretto, and I'd pay extra, =
of course. She replied, "I don't know how to do that--would you like the =
other shot?" I said sure, and she poured it in. It tasted like a single =
cappa. Oh, well. It was the only game in town.....
On Jul =
14, 2006, at 1:36 AM, raymanowen =
wrote:
"...how to say that the espresso was crap." Modest = proposal: "Es ist ganz Pferdescheisse", or "Scattah ala' mode"- = ro On 7/13/06, Scott Marquardt <scott.marquardt>= ; wrote: This post isn't good news, happy, or anything else. = Just a brief story.   I just did a 1500 mile = round trip in about 40 hours, tiring for me. It led to my hometown at = one point, a small plains state main street recently graced by a coffee = house with a wonderful ambience and promising equipment. The roaster = whose beans they also sell seemed reputable, if distant. =   On my way out of town -- a hot day -- I ordered a = coupla doubles on ice. Back home, when out of range of my own brews I'll = often pour half & half over such for a great Americano iced. Nothing = remarkable there. But these things -- oh good grief. Unbelievably stale. = UnbelEEEvably. Seriously. I realized I couldn't drink the stuff. = Unfortunately I was out of town before I even tried 'em, and frankly, = since the owner is the wife of a high school classmate (class of '78), = I'd have been puzzling over how to say that the espresso was crap.   = ;-)   I realized to my distress that the owner = was not a coffee lover. And I'm deciding, more and more as time goes by, = that I'm not interested in coffee sold by "mere businesses." I want to = see a coffee-loving owner in the establishment at least some of the = time, pleased to see his/her customer's smiles.   = In my home town, this shop was really the only hope for acquainting = people with good coffee. And now that hope is, apparently, = crushed.   Fortunately, I had a couple pounds of = the two beans I roast at the farmer's market (if you're Chicago, come to = the North Riverside farmer's market some Saturday morning), and I left = them with the PBTC before I discovered the horror of their beans. I had = urged the staff (the owner was absent) to try the beans and let me know = by e-mail what they think. Maybe -- just maybe -- I planted the seeds = of change in that little shop. I sure hope so.
-- = Scott  
-- "When the theme hits the bass, I dance the = Jig!" - -Virgil Fox at the Wichita WurliTzer = Sandy Andinawww.sandyandina.com = = --Apple-Mail-6-662708302--


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