Back when I was a cheesemonger at the Ferry Building and scoring early-morning pastries from the incomparable Frog Hollow, I discovered Blue Bottle Coffee. Now, I'm not ashamed to admit that before this discovery, I had been a coffee wimp. Before Blue Bottle, I could only drink lattes that had been heavily laced with flavored syrups and topped with great drifts of whipped cream so thick you could barely find the caffeine underneath. But this was smooth. This was robust. This was love.
Sadly, I could never get my hands on Blue Bottle unless I was at the Ferry Building or across the Bay. However, as I'm no longer slinging cheese and really don't get across the Bay often enough, I was utterly bereft of the bitter brew. Plus, from what I was told, Blue Bottle only sold their stuff in whole beans and, at the time, they didn't have a shopable website.
Until now.
This is a weird thing to reveal, but February 14th is the five-year anniversary of our coffee maker. Back then, my then-boyfriend did extensive research to procure the best, the brightest, and the most gifted coffee maker within our limited budget. At that time, we had no preference for a coffee maker that came with a grinder and for five years we rather happily brewed and drank pre-ground coffee. Oh, we were young then, we are so much older now.
This past Christmas, my husband (again after extensive research that included visiting coffee geek chatrooms) surprised me with the most beautiful coffee grinder I have ever seen. It's big. It's retro. It's fire-engine red. After two months of Trader Joe's Kona, it dawned on me that we could now get coffee that had been denied to us all these years. (I blame the lack of quality coffee for the belated enlightenment.) A recent blurb in 7x7 announced that Blue Bottle was opening a little stand in my Hayes Valley neighborhood, but that news took a backseat to my brainstorm: I could finally buy beans!