Recently my favorite little coffee-shop changed ownership. My friend, who had owned it for many years, decided to get out of the coffee biz and move on to bigger and better things. Good for him – the place was a time-suck and he dedicated every moment of every day to that place. I think that’s probably why I enjoyed it so much. He really put a lot of effort into building it from what it was when he took it over nearly 10 years ago to the place that many, many people called their “comfort spot” for several years.
Bay City, MI is a relatively small town with a decently populated downtown area – and at one time I actually can remember saying that we didn’t need another coffee shop. For a period, there were new shops popping up all over the downtown area and – as you can imagine, we were stuck on our own little place that we loved. Now though, every shop we have has a downfall. Either they close too early, are run by 19 year olds who play music I can’t handle or…. In the case of the new shop owners of my favorite place… They burn their beans.
Being a proprietor of your own coffee shop and deciding to roast your own beans is great. Good for you! Having the equipment, knowledge and ability to do it and do it well is a huge investment… However, if you are inexperienced let someone else do it. A perfect example of knowing your limits happened tonight. Friday after Christmas – Husband and I were cooped up in the house for the last 3 days working from home and basically not celebrating Christmas. (We just don’t do it traditionally) We decided a date night was in order so we thought we would bring our laptops with us and get a couple of dirty chai’s from our former favorite place. We had only been back once or twice since our friend, the previous owner gave up the business – so we thought we’d try again. After all, everyplace else in town was closed or would be closing soon.
We stepped inside the door and were immediately engulfed in a cloud of smoke.
“What’s burning?” I asked the girl behind the counter as she was making my drink. I assumed that they burned a pan of cookies or muffins in the back or something.
“Oh, it’s the beans. When they get to a certain temperature they smoke like that.” She said.
Um… No they don’t – and now I don’t want coffee with the shitty beans you just made it with.
And then “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” by the Shanaia Twain came on the music system.
I think it’s time to find a new coffee shop – or open my own.