There is something special about coffee. Look around your local coffee spot and you’ll see what I mean. They are vibrant, energized, and unavoidable for most people. But there is something more and as I keep reflecting back on my time in the cafe each day, it is yet another thing that can’t be replaced. We are all a part of it and, to me, it is something that makes the entire cafe experience work. You may not even realize it but you’d miss it if is wasn’t there.
It’s the symphony of coffee.
Take this journey with me.
Each morning, the barista (the conductor) walks in early to a dark cafe and slowly coffee comes alive. There are so many parts to the chorus that all seem to just line up perfectly:
The whirl and buzz of the grinders.
The espresso machine pump engaging and turning off.
The percussion of the tamper hitting the knocbox.
The wind from the steam wand and whirl of milks in the pitcher.
The opening and closing of the refrigerators.
The chime of the alarm as the door opens.
The clanking of spoons, cups, and saucers.
The movement of chairs and tables.
The cash drawer opens.
The laughter and chatter.
The background tunes from the speakers.
The calling out of drinks by name and number.
Ice hitting glasses.
Ringing from the phone.
A high five or three.
The opening of sugar packets.
The bathroom door slamming.
The footsteps on tile.
“AMERICANO FOR JASON!”
The dish bin rattling and machine splattering.
Layers and layers and layers of sound and chorus.
It all starts early in the morning. Before the lights are on and before most are starting their day. A barista enters the stage to dial in and the rest falls into place in perfect harmony. Each part with their own voice but… together…
A symphony that is coffee and we all thanked the conductor for pulling together such a memorable experience.