How much does Scott Rao love his new refractometer? Let me count the ways: 22g, 24g, 26g…
Watching Scott experiment with brewing coffee is the closest I’ve been to science since- well probably ever. Over decent food and terrible service at Le Local, we briefly discussed the definition of being a barista. I’ve always considered good baristaism to be a matter of maintaining intangible cues in tandem with physical tasks, while I imagine to others it’s purely the act of dose/distribute/tamp/extract. It’s curious to me how our industry can function without consensus on anything, really. Imagine going to a bar and ordering a shot of whiskey and being served a triple, and then being told “that’s the way it should be done.” I suppose in that sense, maybe I agree.
Also, can I just say how facetiously angry we at Cafe Myriade are at George from Crema for ripping off our french press motif for his awesome new t-shirt concept. Shame on you, dear friend.
I’m being coy with my posts at the moment because I’m uncharacteristically overediting a rather large post that may perhaps land me in trouble. In keeping with my love of confrontation and controversy, I look forward to publishing it. Questions of the day: how much do we trust the people in charge of the limited mainstream media our industry has? How are we being represented to others, and how well are we being represented to? It severely bothers me that I appear to be in the minority affected by questions like those. More on that soon, for better or worse.