But what about this place?

Let’s be clear:

There are a plethora of options for coffee. Everywhere. Anywhere. There is no shortage of options.

There is great coffee being served in many of these places. Forget the places with bad coffee, or mediocre coffee. I do not care about those places. I need not comment on where they are or who they are–they/we know who they are.

Now, the places serving great coffee. The coffee may taste great, but it may be served with a bad attitude.

I have worked in public relations as a tour guide. I have worked in retail. I have worked as an educator. Relationships are everything. Attitude is everything. Delivery is everything.

A few people have suggested places and I have actually been to some of these locations. Recently someone said what about _____, they have great coffee. I responded in the affirmative, they do have great coffee, but each time I have gone to that place the servers have been rude. Interestingly, this same person responded with: I know! This led to a long conversation on the importance of service.

I try my hardest not to be negative. I try my damndest to consider alternatives. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, and a second chance.

Here, on Cups and Comments, I only want to talk about the great places–the great places all-around. We all have bad days, but if I come back, if I come back multiple times because the coffee is indeed good, and I’m still treated poorly, or spoken down to, or brushed aside, I will not put you here. People need to feel safe and happy while they drink coffee, otherwise it’s way too bitter and nobody likes that.

So what about _____ or _____ or _____? But what about _____? Well I’ll try it; in fact, I’ll want to try it a few times if I have the opportunity. But it has to be a great experience all-around, an overall wonderful place to savor coffee, in order to make it on this forum.

Bring the suggestions, I will always go! But know that I take this seriously–so just because I try it, does not mean I will recommend it. All recommendations come from the heart, from a great coffee experience, from an outstanding overall experience, always.

Coffee Vocabulary Lesson #7


  • removal of caffeine from coffee, cocoa, tea leaves, and any other caffeine-containing materials
    • as it pertains to coffee, there are several methods to extract caffeine–these include chemical solvents, carbon dioxide, or water methods

decaffeinated coffee:

  • often referred to as “decaf” or “decaf coffee”
  • coffee that has had almost all of its caffeine removed
    • while decaffeination refers to the removal of caffeine, decaffeinated coffee is not completely caffeine-free–trace amounts of caffeine can and do remain in coffee


When should I call the cops?

So, with the advent of so many news stories featuring people calling the cops, I have to share when I have had the opportunity, unbeknownst to me, to call the cops.

  • Once I was at a coffee shop and someone who appeared homeless sat next to me. So I smiled and nodded. They had their coffee and I had mine–no desire to call the cops.
  • Once two teenagers walked into the coffee shop and put their stuff down to study. They got two free waters and proceeded to study. They studied, I drank my coffee. I did not call the cops.
  • Once five teenagers walked into a different coffee shop. Two sat on top of each other on the couch, one sat on another couch to charge their phone, two others sat on chairs. The five of them spoke amongst themselves. They sat in the back, bought and got nothing. I sipped my coffee. I spoke with one teenager at one point. I made a joke, we laughed. I went back to my coffee. I did not call the cops.
  • Once there were two middle schoolers, before school, walking to school, stopped inside the coffee shop and picked up their mobile order. They were not accompanied by an adult. They sat down and spoke amongst themselves and were most likely going to be late to school. At the time, I worked for the local school district and yet I did not call city police or school police.
  • Once I sat down and was in a frantic state to get something done, something I realized on the drive to the coffee shop. I worked for a full 15-20 minutes before purchasing anything. I did not call the cops on myself, nor did anyone call the cops on me.

Call me insulated. Call me relaxed. Call me oblivious. Call me what you want. I have yet to feel the urge or the inclination to the call the cops. I have not seen the need.

When people are quiet, minding their own business, enjoying themselves, using a space appropriately (yes, sitting down and just working or charging your phone is appropriate), I just see no reason to call the cops.

Would I approve of someone asking any of these patrons to buy something? Yes. It is a business. Here’s another angle though–do I know anything about these people?

What if these teenagers are someone’s kids that work at these places? What if these teenagers have only this place that is safe in their lives? What if this person is not actually homeless? What if this person that is homeless, and bought their drink, just needs 5 minutes of peace before dealing with a life that I cannot fathom as anything but exceptionally difficult. What if my smile is the only smile these people get?

I do not pretend to know everything that has happened in publicized events. Nevertheless, I do know that due to publicity I have taken greater note of my surroundings and wondered how we have come to the point where we seem to be calling the cops first, or calling the cops at all . . . there are so many other things, more productive things, we could do . . . 



July 12, 2018: Quote of the Day

“Science may never come up with a better office communication system than the coffee break.”

–Earl Wilson

Taken at Back to the Grind in Downtown Riverside, California


Things my barista knows . . .

A list of things my barista knows that my family doesn’t:

  • my work wardrobe
  • my work schedule
  • my work woes
  • my current pastry obsession
  • my romantic-life woes
  • how excited I am for vacation
  • my latest eye makeup experiment
  • that I spend an exorbitant amount of money on coffee

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