Monday, September 28, 2009

With love from San Francisco.

Here is a guest post from our west coast caffeinated wheelwoman ♥ meligrosa!

I look forward for the weekends so I can be up and running before most of my peers for a sole purpose, go get coffee. I make my own coffee half of the time, because half of the amazing rewards of caffeine, is the ritual of going to a coffee shop.
Speaking of ritual, here in San Francisco we are very lucky to have such fine coffee shops, roasters and cafes, and one of them is Ritual Coffee Roasters.

Like a bee to honey, this square of goodness was calling my name from the bike lane on the opposite side of the street...

I had not heard of this coffee shop in the Inner Sunset. I happened to spot the above flashing sign (in my head) and decided to stop by. The machine is a beautiful La Marzorcco and the beans used are the above mentioned, Ritual Coffee Roasters. The place is a gem. There is every little cute little thing any hand-made soap loving person would love. I personally fell in love with the little creatures they had around, from bugs, crickets, especially this wooden bird that I think I will buy as a self-gift next time, perhaps.

coffee bird

It's the little things.

I sat down my caffeinated partner for the day, it was a rather foggy but not cold, Saturday. Not necessarily under the 'heat wave' status we had falsely been warned. Maybe outside San Francisco limits the weather was blazing. Not here. I had already imagined myself sipping ice Americanos in the afternoon, just in case. I ordered a macchiato and it was good. Short, strong and with room for more coffee in a couple of hours. It is Saturday, after all.

macchiato

The sitting area is small. Shortly after I took the below image, a good looking young man sat next to us and read the paper. That is always a good score with me, newspaper (and not an iphone!), his bicycle outside and coffee. Indeed, it is the small details.

take a seat

This was a nice discovery. After that I treated my stomach to some good food and continued to ride the day away. Some friends just don't understand the need for so much coffee, but they go along for the ride. That is nice, because coffee with friends on weekends is always super! ♥Cheers!!
summer sky

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Thanks meli, this was splendid!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Wash Perk Coffee

The Grand Poobah and I are both pretty loyal customers of Kaladi Brothers Coffee, here in Denver. We've known Marko since he moved here, from Alaska, 11 years ago. Speaking for myself, I admire what he does with his roasting and his ethical buying practices. The actual Kaladi Brothers physical plant leaves something to be desired, however.

Kaladi often resembles a rowdy British pub, during the World Cup playoffs. The acoustics are weird and, when it's crowded, you end up with one of those situations where everyone in the place is virtually shouting, trying to be heard over the din. And, half the time, you can more easily make out what someone two tables away is saying than what the person across from you is telling you.

I most often sit outside at the sidewalk tables in warm weather to avoid the noise inside. But, sitting ten feet from a traffic lane on one of the busiest 4-lane thoroughfares in the city leaves a bit to be desired ambience-wise. The noise and exhaust from the passing traffic on Evans Avenue can be a bit unpleasant, at times. Still, I go to Kaladi Brothers on a regular basis because I am like Norm, on Cheers. Everyone knows my name, and they have a big cup of coffee poured for me before I can even order.

This past Sunday though, Brad and I met up on the bicycles and headed down to a shop with which neither of us was familiar, Wash Perk Coffee. Located in the heart of the Washington Park neighborhood. Even though it suffers from the common "punny name syndrome" (Perk Hill is in the Park Hill neighborhood, Pikes Perk sits virtually at the foot of Pikes Peak, down in Colorado Springs), I couldn't hold that against the place.

The Grand Poobah has arrived

As we approached the shop, I realized that I often ride right by it on the way home from Cycle Analyst. I had noticed the tables and umbrellas, but I am typically on a mission when I go to Richard's shop, picking up some esoteric bit of bike equipment that no one else in town will stock. So I've never had occasion to stop in.

The location at 853 E. Ohio Ave is in a tree-shaded neighborhood of small bungalows and Craftsman houses. The volume of the auto traffic is dwarfed by the foot traffic and bicycles (at least, it was at 10:00 on a Sunday morning). The bikes got parked against the patio rail, and the decision was made to sit outside and enjoy the pleasant surroundings.

Flowers and vegetables in a sidewalk garden

We went inside to order our drinks, and I was impressed with how quiet and calm the small seating area was. This would definitely be a conducive atmosphere for settling in with a good book on a rainy (or snowy) morning. After chit-chatting with the baristas, we ordered up our drinks (black coffee for me, latté for Brad) and repaired to our patio table.

My favorite way to start a day

Are my gloves latte' colored, or...?

The coffee was excellent (they use coffee from Kaladi Brothers Roasting), the staff was friendly, and the surroundings were quite pleasant and relaxing. Even though its roughly 2 miles past Kaladi Brothers from my house, I suspect I'll be wiling away the occasional morning coffee hour at Wash Perk, in the future. The extra distance from the house will actually allow me to get a bit of a ride in, too.

That's How We Roll

Someone asked me the other day, how to become a member of the Association of Caffeinated Wheelmen.

I said, "First, ride a bike. That makes you a wheelman. (And despite the "man" we are most certainly co-ed. Think man in broad terms like human.) Second, drink something with caffeine in it. Coffee, tea, Diet Coke...whatever. That makes a caffeinated wheelman.

Now, do these things with someone else. You are associating with another caffeinated wheelman. Voila, you have your own Chapter of the Association of Caffeinated Wheelmen!"

Wherever I hang my hat is my home

To that end, Carol and Dave joined me, Saturday, on a coffee ride. A coffee ride is exactly what it sounds like: No agenda, no schedule, no tour itinerary. Just ride from coffee shop to coffee shop, deciding which one to hit next, as you go. Make some detours, along the way, if you feel like it. Dave and I rode our fixed gears, and Carol rocked her Green Hornet single speed.

We started by meeting the Grand Poobah and the Princess at Kaladi Bros. They were unable to join us on the ride (the Princess is only 2-1/2 years old, so she's not quite in that mode, yet), but we spent an enjoyable time with them, drinking coffee and playing with magnetic letter blocks on the metal table top.

Once we left KB, the three of us headed north, with a vague plan to maybe check out Wash Perk. Unfortunately, due to my less than stellar navigational skills, we rode past it, and ended up heading for Pablo's on Sixth. (Which was fine, since Brad and I got over to Wash Perk on Sunday.)

Along the way, we made one of those detours that I mentioned, and stopped at a yard sale. We made some purchases, set them around the corner of the house to be retrieved later with the truck (chairs, etc.), and continued on.

These two guys were shopping the same yard sale we stopped at

As we rounded the corner onto Sixth, heading toward Pablo's, I heard Carol say something behind me. Then, I heard Carol yell something, and I looked around. Her tire had gone flat while we were at the yard sale, and she was trying to keep me from riding away. The operative theory is that the guy with the StingRay had an icepick.

Dave and Carol enjoy iced vanilla latte's...while I fix Carol's flat

One of the alleys off of 7th, on the way to St. Mark's. Someday, I'd like to do a Tour deAlley in Denver

The flowers are beautiful in Cheesman Park

Not all of the beverages consumed were caffeinated, I was really enjoying a nice apricot ale, at St. Mark's

Oldest Chrome bag in captivity. I got it at the BIO show, in Vegas, in 1994!

From St. Mark's, we wended our way back to my house to get the truck and retrieve the yard sale treasures. Total time out: 5 hours. Total time on bikes: ~1.5 to 2 hours. Total caffeine consumption: 40 oz. black coffee, 48 oz. iced vanilla latte'. Total miles: ? (I don't have a cyclometer on the fixed gear, and it's not the point of the ride, anyway).

Have your own Association meeting, and let us know about it.

Jonny X