THE SPRO & GO
What is like? Chasing the coffee?
What is it like? Dialing in the espresso?
I make adjustments. I pull shots. The smell of coffee cuts into the air just as the grinder cuts into the beans. The sound of the EK43 chimes in just before the syrupy 'spro flows through the portafilter and into the ceramic cup. Sometimes the first cups start off a bit too strong. Some a bit sour. Some just plain boring. My patience is tested. I make adjustments. I pull more shots.
The more I look, the more I see. The more I gaze at the espresso bar, the more I observe. The grain of the wood on the tamp. The light on the scale. The smell of the leather from my apron had gone unnoticed, but i'm suddenly very aware of its aroma. The bits of coffee from the grinder are fine...like pixie dust. The more I look, the more I see, so I just keep on staring.
Then, I hit the sweet spot. I lift the glass to my lips, and it all tastes right. What is right? It's something that wakes you up. Something that makes the long blurry days very good days. It's something full, something passionate, something playful. Something loud, something intimate, something real. That's when it's right.
I could drink you up all day.