Back when P. and I were living in Joshua Tree we made frequent trips into Los Angeles to see friends, take a break from the desert and -when we could spare the cash- make good on a chance to load up on coffee beans at Intelligentsia. So when our buddies from LA showed up in Maine this week with two telltale orange bags I clapped my hands with glee like a demented addict and cheered P. on as he ground the beans in an antique hand-crank grinder we found in a cupboard (an electric grinder was purchased that afternoon). And man is good coffee good; after drinking mostly mediocre coffee in India (albeit indulged with scalded water buffalo milk and golden Indian cane sugar) I'd almost forgotten how legitimately delicious just-roasted, just-ground, just-brewed coffee can be. Sipping the tangy, mellow brew (the Flecha Roja from Costa Rica was the consensus favorite) was one of the most vivid moments of bliss I've had since we've been back from Rajasthan. Shazam, people.
So all you coffeehounds, hip urbanites and global tastemongers, what's your favorite coffee roaster? Please weigh in. I'm betting on some Intelligentsia vs. Stumptown vs. Blue Bottle debates here.