Coffee Talk Tour

Since Hubs and I work from home now, sometimes we need encouragement to get out of the house.  In an effort to change up our daily scenery, we decided it might be on the right side of fun to take a self paced Coffee Talk Tour of our town and report back to you.  I know.  I bet you aren’t ready for this jelly.

Coffee House: Espressoria, which we visited back in December of last year.  It’s old news but I control the words here so I’m going to tell you about it.  The most important thing to note about Espressoria is that it’s right next door to Snarf’s, the best sandwich shop ever.  *Drools.*

The sweet sips: I got myself a yummy green tea and Hubs stuck with his traditional coffee.  The ambiance was nice, the bathrooms were respectable, and the tables had bench seating with cozy pillows.  They also dedicated a whole wall to display art and cards, which was a cutsie touch.

The bitter grounds: The place was hoppin’ and we were next to the door, so all too often, a gust of air would sweep ungraciously over my little toes.  My tea came in a contraption much smarter than I am and and when I couldn’t figure it out – Hubs tried to help by successfully releasing the lever, sending a piping hot tea waterfall over his laptop that was just days old.  Gah!!!  They were out of napkins and it took me an agonizingly long time to grab the attend of a barista to get a big wad of them.  We managed to sop up the mess and the laptop still works, thankyoumyluckystars!!!

After The Accident, I still had enough tea to enjoy but we haven’t been back since.  It’s not their fault that I’m an idiot so we’ll probably pop in after a good snarfing.

Coffee Talk Tour

Since Hubs and I work from home now, sometimes we need encouragement to get out of the house.  In an effort to change up our daily scenery, we decided it might be on the right side of fun to take a self paced Coffee Talk Tour of our town and report back to you.  I know.  I bet you aren’t ready for this jelly.

Coffee House: Pekoe Sip House, which we visited way back in 2011, the day after Thanksgiving, when everyone else was probably shopping their brains out.  It was a gray day, but it was only a 10 minute walk to this (franchised) gem.

I award you a hundred engraved disco balls if you spotted me in the picture above.

The sweet sips: Simply, I adore that it’s a “sip” house.  Doesn’t that exude a sense of rehabbing the fury of your days into a deliberately peaceful moment, cradling a drink worth savoring, worth stopping your crazy life for?

On the counter, as we waited for our own drinks to be prepared, was a reminder that even tea can be a beautiful thing if you have the patience to admire it.

Hubs ordered a super spicy chai and I ordered some chocolate mate tea.  He worked and I blogged.  And we both sipped.

The bitter grounds: Of course, since I was born a grump, I have two complaints.  The music was horrendous, which I had to tune out with the headphones I had thoughtfully stashed in my pack.  When it came time for tinkling, I had to go OUTSIDE, two doors down, into a shared bathroom that the entire building uses, as well as the homeless that occasionally swing through.

But, we’ve made our way back since this first visit.  It was an unseasonably warm January day – I wore a tank top! – and we sipped outside.  Sipping is good for the soul, ya’ll.

Coffee Talk Tour

Since Hubs and I work from home now, sometimes we need encouragement to get out of the house.  In an effort to change up our daily scenery, we decided it might be on the right side of fun to take a self paced Coffee Talk Tour of our town and report back to you.  I know.  I bet you aren’t ready for this jelly.

Coffee House: Red Rock (visited Oct 27th)

Boulder was drenched in heavy snow, so it was a chilly but winter-wonderland-y walk over.  I got the “Boulder Green Dreams Tea” (in an adorable cup and saucer) to warm up with.

Note to self:  need haircut.  It’s been going on seven months…

The sweet sips: The decor was fresh and modern, the bathrooms were roomy and clean, my tea *totally* hit the spot and you’ll never believe this…

They had a super secret candy drawer (which I found instantly)!!

The bitter grounds: My only complaint is an older gentleman sat down next to us, sipping his coffee gingerly, scanning the paper dutifully…and clearing his throat incessantly.  It was gross.  Thankfully, after a while, he finally headed out and a new guy took his place…who also cleared his throat too much.  Seriously??

Besides that, this cafe is closest to our house and I can’t wait to pop in again!

Coffee Talk Tour

Since Hubs and I work from home now, sometimes we need encouragement to get out of the house.  In an effort to change up our daily scenery, we decided it might be on the right side of fun to take a self paced Coffee Talk Tour of our town and report back to you.  I know.  I bet you aren’t ready for this jelly.

Coffee House: The Cup (visited Oct 16th)

It’s a bustling little coffee house, right on Pearl Street and we biked there.

The sweet sips: The location is loaded with adorableness and there were *free* nibblets of chocolate cookies and red velvet cupcakes to snack on as we waited for our brew.  We actually picked not only the perfect day to come (it was delicious outside) but also the perfect time.  By the time we had our coffee and settled in at a table, the line was at least 10 deep!  The bathroom had sweet inspiring art, but I decided against bringing my camera in to document it for fear of being arrested.  Oh, according to the Hubs, the coffee was decent too.

The bitter grounds: The coffee fans came in droves, so the place was quite crowded.  And loud.  Well, actually, there was one guy that was noisier than the rest.  You know the one, the resident Loud Talker.  He’s *that guy* with high hopes that his unnatural volume of conversation will translate into impressed and admiring fans.  I was totally relieved when he ended up making his way outside (phew) to sit and enjoy the sunshine.  That was short lived though, because he started up another conversation that we could hear through the glass.  Through the frickin’ glass, can you believe it??

Not sure if I’ll attempt to work from here again, but it’s too cute not to come back and people watch.

Coffee Talk Tour

Since Hubs and I work from home now, sometimes we need encouragement to get out of the house.  In an effort to change up our daily scenery, we decided it might be on the right side of fun to take a self paced Coffee Talk Tour of our town and report back to you.  I know.  I bet you aren’t ready for this jelly.

Coffee House: Saxy’s Cafe

We hopped on our bikes and rode a few early morning miles to this little gem, tucked right off of Pearl Street.  It’s spacious, has great music (which plays at a reasonable volume from 9 to 11), and it sure brews a saxy cup of joe:

We snuggled up by a little window seat,  got out the laptops and started to work.  Behold, my first time (EVER) working from a coffee shop.  It was grand!

The sweet sips: The coffee was strong, the bike ride was peaceful, I got to wear a scarf and interact with society.  We got a good amount of work in too, I am happy to say.  I should also mention, Saxy’s has a huge communal table (with outlets) that I imagine would be nice for studying with friends or fake working (blogging).

The bitter grounds: The coffee was strong and, unfortunately, I end up a jittery fast-talking mess.  Also, a washed up 40-something guy (actually, no, he had clearly not washed anything) wearing NY Jets pajama pants (and socks with sandals!) was flirting painfully with the baristas behind the counter.  I buried my face in coffee steam to hide my empathy shame.  It should be noted that the refills are not free and there were *two* men’s bathrooms, that you had to quick step by (I had drank a lot of coffee, after all) before you got to the women’s.  Lastly, the coffee traffic started to really pick up by 10.30am and as we started to pack up our things, a man appeared out of nowhere to lay claim to our table.  So, I took a lot longer to put on my bike helmet than normal, just because I am petty like that.

A picture of me with coffee and helmet hair:

Anyway, we’ll be coming here again.