Do Not Use
A Cup of Coava
I’m sort of glad the Coava Coffee cafe is inconveniently located for me. My taste in coffee has been raised by years of Stumptown, Courier, and Heart. I don’t want that coffee snobbery to elevate to the point where I can only enjoy a perfectly prepared pour over of the San Rafael by the masterful hands of their barista. It’s my favorite cup of coffee. More than once I have paused after my first sip and said, “Shit.” It’s the lament of a perfect cup and the knowledge that the next coffee I have won’t be this good. Nothing is as good as this. This is a perfect cup of coffee.
Mike in Portland, OR.