Waking up Barefoot

One of my mottos is that life is too short to drink bad coffee or bad wine.  Admittedly, I am in coffee snob heaven out here in the Bay Area: with the world's best Blue Bottle microroasters based in Oakland (and served locally at Fraiche), Four Barrel in the City, and a Philz down the street, my coffee life is rich and full -- and that's not even to mention all of the great imports around, like at Caffe del Doge for Venetian-style espresso, Tootsie's for Roman beans, and whatever French magic they serve at a host of local spots.  I'm never far from a good cuppa joe.  And when I do want something a little more extra-special, I can order Batdorf and Bronson, the coffee they serve in my very favorite place, the Farmer's Diner in Vermont.  I thought I'd drunk it all, and then...

Waiting in the longest line ever at Calafia the other day, and being the only one in it (*aside: seriously, what is with service at that take-out counter lately?!  It's like the Paly High rush makes all customers to follow unimportant.  Grrr...) -- anyway, I had plenty of time to look at the offerings around the counter, and I lifted up some beans from Barefoot Coffee to smell.  And smell, and smell again, and pretty soon I forgot why I was standing in line, which is probably a good thing because there was still no one to help me.

Note to Calafia: Your take-out counter service and process is greatly flawed.  As in, it sucks.

In any event, I finally hollered for help.  No, really, I hollered, and let me tell you, I grew up in West-by-God-Virginia, and my people know how to holler.  I think five people came running, and someone called paramedics.

Just kidding... I hope.

Anyway, my holler was, "Hey!  If I buy these beans, can you grind 'em?  NOW?"  And I did.  And they did.  And I got out of dodge fast.

And when I went back in five days later for more beans, because they were that good, I wore a disguise.

Bar none, I tell you that Barefoot Coffee, and specifically the Ethiopian Dominion, is the best coffee I've ever had in my life.  Everyone's tastes are different, but this coffee has the smoothest, deepest, richest, darkness ... it's better than ... chocolate.  (Get your mind out of the gutter!)  It's better than anything, actually.  I have to force myself not to brew more than two giant cups each day.  I could mainline the stuff.  I could marry it.

In any event, I bought these beans, and I keep buying them, and at $1/ounce -- so $12 for a 12-ounce bag, I'm pretty sure that taking up smoking crack would be cheaper.  A bag of this delicious magic lasts me about 10 days.  (The Guv doesn't drink coffee, but, if he did, this would be the one.)

So, there you have it: Barefoot Coffee = Good Stuff.  It rocks!

Disclaimer: None needed.  I bought the beans, and the company doesn't know I wrote this review; neither does Calafia, from which I'm probably now banned.  Fortunatley, I can send in friends to buy beans for me.  If they ever stop having/roasting this coffee, I may need a padded room.

 

Comments

[Kristin Tunkel]

You make it sound so good! I need to try it!

[Rox]

C'mon out and try some! : ) You have a standing invitation!

[Ernita]

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