Our story
It started with a
borrowed roaster.
In 2016 we rented the back half of a bicycle repair shop on Alder Street and put a five-kilo roaster where the workbench used to be. The plan was to sell beans. Then somebody asked if we could just make them a cup, and we never really stopped.
Ten years later the bikes are gone, the fir counter is worn pale in two places where elbows land, and we still buy from the same six farms — now by name, and mostly by handshake. We roast on Tuesdays, bake nothing ourselves, and are honest about both.
We are not trying to be anyone's third place, or a brand, or a chain. We would just like the coffee to be worth the walk.
— Beatrix Morrow, founder