I don’t know quite what they put in this stuff, but it’s just about the best thing in the world. I’m pretty sure it contains illicit substances. I’m floating! Seriously, there is a kind of beverage symbiosis at play here that is bigger than coffee… Bigger than all of us. This is the sort of discovery that makes me thank my lucky stars I live in San Francisco.

Most people are afraid to make coffee you can taste. Coffee is too often a compromise, a shot at the lowest common denominator. This cup is as deep and earthy as it is brisk and refreshing. A perfect balance. When you go to a place like Blue Bottle, you’re making a choice against mediocrity, a bid for intensity of experience. You’re cutting a flaming swath through culinary boredom, just like you should. I’m proud of you.

I’ve been a Blue Bottle fan for a while, but had never tried this offering. It’s stellar. If you’re near San Francisco, get thee to 315 Linden St, on the double! Try the crystallized ginger shortbread, too.

Now we’re off to Petaluma..

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