Saturday, May 28, 2005

Dexter Day

Dexter, our avuncular, oft maligned Market Manager had about the best of stories today that started with a little kid throwing up in front of the fancy yogurt stand. Now Dexter doesn't really do much on Saturday except kiss babies and work on his sun tan, but some beam of light went shooting in his brain and he thought, "Hey, I can handle this." So our hero marches off to get mop and water but before he can even commit to his Samaritan task, one of the denizens of the street dove toward the sick, scooped it up in his hands, and "these are my trash bags, these are my gums, watch out stomach, cause here it comes."

You've read it, and now you can't unread it.

Other than that it was an above average but not quite rocking memorial day market. We'd hand out a "Golden Chum Bucket" to the one customer that tried to jam money into James hand while shouting through a mouthful of ice cream "COFFEE WITH MILK!" before launching into a coughing spasm that sounded like his best Gollum impression. James' hands flew to the air in a "Eek-a-Mouse!" kind of way and directed said gentleman to the line at the front of the cart where he repeated his routine. Like we said, he would get the "GCBA" but nothing really tops Dexter's story. But then again, maybe that wasn't ice cream...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Kiwi Coffee

so bored
Gardner, and official BBCC experimental taster Heather, along with Pilot, amid the Saturday Horse Latitudes of Linden Alley.

So bored on Saturday we were. It has become hot, which is wonderful, but it means that people are out enjoying the glories of their environs without our hot and caffeinated beverages! No no no!

Fortunately it is New Orleans iced to the rescue. Which is great. It's cool it's fast it's refreshing, but it also deprives us of that much desired extended customer interaction. Our Ferry Plaza crew sends the coveted "Golden Chum Bucket Award" again to Pilot for forgetting to load the portafilters. Darn.

though the boys were able to race back to the roaster in time, the effort was almost for nothing as the iced drinks carried the day and left the BBCC with espresso to spare. Despite the apparent slowness, both Berkeley and HV chalked up record days. Go figure.

Then on Sunday, when all was seemingly on the same path, some strange feller with a funny way of talking showed up to the kiosk and ordered a macchiato. Was it the accent? The way he looked at the drink or the way he drank it? Something wasn't right about this guy.

It took a few minutes, but this guy eventually revealed himself as Glen Woodcock, otherwise known as one of the Glens from Rocket Coffee Roasters hailing from Hamilton, New Zealand. Boyman rattled off a few nervous words of advice about other coffee locales. We drew him a map that pointed directions both to Ritual and the Ferry Plaza.

His arrival was a week late by our estimations.

Glen smiles and and makes waving gestures and promises to return to the kiosk. And just like that he was gone.

We didn't believe him.

Then, between sets of cappucinos a couple of hours later, our shaggy stranger returned, luggage cart behind and orders his third macchiato of the day. What a character. He begins telling us stories of picking beans in Nicaragua and then about his struggle to communicate with old coffee roasters in Italy and back to Seattle where he ended up driving a car around Boeing Field. This last bit is the reason he hasn't rented a car while tripping through California. We drive on the wrong side of road after all.

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This guy should be the one writing a blog. A coffee enthusiast on one of the frontiers of the industry and using his free time to travel and talk coffee. That would make for an interesting read.

We talked for a while, Glen figiting with his bags and saying "yep" a lot. Eventually we had to close the doors. Glen said his goodbyes again and took off, bag in tow. Cool guy, except that he didn't bring us any beans.

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Everybody should send email to tonx to try and get him to post more. He can't possibly be that busy.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Geeks in gowns

Eyeball beauty

It was a beautiful Saturday. There was the unfortunate beginning of the day where the "clean" chum hose in the cart belched forth the remnants of a latte gone wrong all over the pristine cement of the South Side of the Ferry Plaza, but after a record market, who cares about such trivialties, trivialities...whatever.

That night, the BBCC decided to unwind a bit by going out for coffee.

And where better than Ritual's opening party complete with members of Stumptown, Ecco Caffè and your very own BBCC in attendance.

Duane, Stephen and Jodi were are all down to help push the little fledgling out of the nest. Either that or they just wanted to play around on the new machine.

When we arrived, Shorty J was sweating them out behind the controls of their FB-70. The shots he poured for us were the best we'd had from them yet.

It wasn't long before both Stephen and Duane got behind the machine to work some of their own drunken style madness.

Stephen warms up for the bar
Stephen gets ready to pull shots.

Jeremy shows Duane how to make coffee
Shorty J "See Duane, this is where the coffee comes out."

Steve, J, Duane and Jody
(l-r) Stephen, Shorty J, Duane, Jodi

it was that kind of party
Yes, it was that kind of party


This lady insisted that her picture be taken.

Even Boyman couldn't resist and had to jump on bar to help with some milk.

See, he is really short
See, we call him Shorty for a reason.

Eileen, J and Allie Congrats once again to the fine folks over at Ritual on the launch of their new place. Awesome.

But it's my party! Botox: "But it's my party!"

Thursday, May 12, 2005

The Enemy Awakens

Opening day

Unsure what to expect, we arrived early to beat the rush. Surprisingly, their quiet opening was just that. We slipped in, were handed a cup of the Rwandan Musasa. So sweet and delicious. We had cupped this the week before from an older roast, and all that was expected wasn't there. This cup however, pressed and then poured from a Fetco airpot, was awesome. So, so good.

They were nervous. The cream wasn't out. J was wearing a quote from the Bible.

But it was so exciting to sit there and watch them fidget. The place looked great. The wood, the glass. Shorty J had built several table tops out of ply-wood. Is there anything that guy can't do?
Shorty J

Eyeball was a little bothered by the fact that she had resorted to her old TI uniform what with all the black.
Eyeball

Botox meanwhile sat on the side and critiqued their performance. She isn't a paid employee yet, but plans to extort beauty products and handbags for her labor. Kind of like the way we pay Manboy in cigarettes.
Allie

We even managed a shot which was so smooth. How do they do it?
Hairbender shot as poured by Shorty J


Congratulations you guys, but the Gibraltar was ours first.

Monday, May 09, 2005

I'll give you semiosphere...

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Oh wow. So you must be thinking that the BBC has gone ultra lame. No communication for over a week and now you're thinking how our big heads don't translate into hypertext.

Oh well, we have each other.

It's been a week! Laughter, tears, anguish triumph...And that was only on Saturday.

Golden Chum Bucket award winners this week are none other than our trusty team at the Berkeley market. Is there really any need to go into it?

Also the poopy weather has been wrecking havoc upon our kiosk crew as the daily flow has seen some dramatic ups and downs. But never fear, things will of course keep getting busier and busier as the summer approaches. Perhaps there will even be some sun.

Our friend Larry has promised us some interesting coffees that he collected on a recent trip to Seattle. The collective mouth of BBC has begun to drool at the prospects of sipping the excellent Rwandan Gatare from our friends at Victrola.

Until then, Santé!

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Oh and good luck to our recent friends the Akron Family who passed by on their recent tour of the west coast. Hopefully they, their beards, and their van, will make it back to Brooklyn.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Sorry about the absence

...abduction by pirates...

the BBCC will be with you shortly...