Early one morning, Lou and I went shopping at Warehouse Row, but a few of the stores weren’t open yet. We followed our noses to the aroma of coffee and found a charming little place called Brash Coffee House.
I don’t think I was quite awake yet, but ol’ Lou was bright and chipper. It was rather busy and we had to wait behind a few customers, but then it was our turn and Lou began carrying on a conversation with the boy behind the counter who actually owned the place.
There were several types of coffee to choose from, but without all the bells and whistles of Starbuck’s overly sweet, frothy concoctions.
Lou asked about the Red Bourbon coffee and a know-it-all like Lou, the young man named Matt, began to share the history of this coffee to Lou’s delight.
He said the coffee beans were over a thousand years old and it was pronounced ‘ber-bone’. Lou repeated the name for memory purposes – I knew he would later share what he learned. I didn’t know what to order because I am not a coffee connoisseur. “I just like coffee with a little cream and sugar,” I told him. His eyes sparked with a vision and he said, “I know just what to make you!”
As long as it wasn’t that thousand-year-old bone coffee, I guess I would try it. I would think coffee that old would have to be pretty strong, but I didn’t say a word… I just minded my own business.
Lou and Matt talked about the coffee getting its name perhaps from the color and they considered which came first - the bourbon coffee bean or the bourbon alcohol. They talked for quite a while about the varieties of coffee and I went to find a seat.
Lou ordered the Red Bourbon coffee and I wasn’t sure what Matt would bring me. Lou saw a quiche on display and told Matt he would also like one of those. That young man was so nice and seemed eager for conversation with his customers. I could tell he liked what he did. I didn’t catch the price of each item, but our total bill was $11 and for a quiche, specialty coffees and great service, that was a good price.
He even brought a glass of water for us while he made our coffee. Then he brought Lou the antique coffee and set down a cup for me with a lovely heart and flower design! It was so pretty I didn’t want to mess it up. This young man didn’t just own a coffee shop - he was an artist!
I tried a sip while the young man waited and asked me if it was sweet enough. It wasn’t very sweet at all, so he brought me a box of raw sugar and told me I could sweeten it to my liking. I just added a little bit more and it was perfect.
He brought Lou the quiche and Lou didn’t ask what was in it – he wanted to explore it for himself.
Having owned a restaurant before, Lou likes to be an expert on food. He took a bite and began telling me all the ingredients that he tasted as if it were a test and he would be graded.
He said he tasted onion and a hint of tomato and told me to try a bite. I didn’t taste tomato, but I loved the cheese. Lou thought it was Gouda cheese and, when he asked the young man the ingredients in the quiche, sure enough there was tomato in it! An heirloom tomato to be exact, but Lou was wrong on the cheese – it was goat cheese. I think he still got an A on the test because he tasted the hint of tomato.
Then Lou and the boy then started having a conversation on cheese. Even though Lou is not much for goat cheese, he liked it in the quiche and, as we were leaving, we thanked the young man. He said, “I hope you enjoyed it,” and funny ol’ Lou made a goat sound, “It was grea-a-a-a-t.”
Can’t take him anywhere.
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Fri: 7am - 10pm
Sat: 8am - 10pm
Sun: 8am - 4pm