Peet’s Loves Coffee
I love coffee. I drink more than I should. I’m not an addict, I mean, I could totally quit if I wanted to, but I don’t.
I drink enough coffee that the economics of getting it by the cup from a barista is impractical. I buy by the pound. That’s why I love Peet’s. They love coffee, too. So every time the grounds run low, I take a walk down to Montgomery street, into Peets, past the line, to the back, where Dave or Brook, or whoever is behind the counter tell me about their beans.
Something stronger than the Ethiopian beans I got last time, but not as strong as an Italian roast? Maybe a blend of pacific and latin american beans. Mmm. These guys can talk about beans for days.
Yah, it sounds like I’m shilling for a corp, but these guys talk coffee like sommeliers. I love it.