Confession. I have been involved in a love affair so tormenting, so deeply troubling and yet so incredibly satisfying for the last 10-12 years of my life, that if I had to give it up now it would be like loosing an apendage. I am dependant on it… I crave it. On good days, when the sun is shining and birds are chirping and I am Snow White singing with the woodland creatures, it adds to my joy. On bad days when it feels like the world has gone grey and my heart could break with the rustle of a soft breeze, it comforts me.
Some may find this relationship to be unhealthy, abusive even, but I can’t help myself.
Coffee, next to Drew, may just be the love of my life (when I read this to him, he responded “You are the love of my life and I will pick you over coffee any day…” and with a look of desperation he added, “but since we don’t have to, I say we have both” and that my dear reader, is one of the infinite reasons I love him).
The rich aromatic flavors tickle your senses, filling your very soul with joy and excitement, not to mention the sensation it brings as you raise your favorite, ungodly, oversized, mug, breathing in deeply, allowing it to revive your very spirit. Steam caresses your lips as you raise the mug for that first satisfying sip; bliss, there is nothing quite like it.
Please know that as I write this I have an incredibly snarky half sarcastic narator voice dubbing the whole thing… however, the sad thing is… I really do love coffee just that much. It’s not for the caffeine (though that is an added bonus), but for the experience and flavor. I adore coffee culture. Finding new coffee shops and different roasts and flavors may be one of my most treasured “simple pleasures” in life.
When Drew and I first moved to California we quickly became despondent, we could not find a coffee shop to save our lives. Here’s the thing, we were spoiled, we came from the land of great coffee and moved into an area (I thank God every day that we aren’t there anymore) that had negative amounts of good coffee. We would drive an hour , plus(no joke), just to go to a decent coffee shop.
The move into LA however, has provided us with boundless options to stimulate our senses; down town, down the street, WEHO, NOHO, Artist District and so on, each corner having their own unique pocket of coffee culture. It’s fantastic. Now comes the challenge of finding our favorites. Who does what best, where we feel the most comfortable etc. Our top three right now are as follows:
1. Handsome Coffee Roaster. As cliche and hipster as it may be to say that, they have damn good coffee so I feel no shame.
Arts District Coffee Bar and Roasting Works
582 Mateo Street
Los Angeles, CA 90013
2. Coffee Bar. A little gem in down town LA that certainly knows their stuff.
600 S. Spring St.
Los Angeles, CA 90014
3. Fix. Right up the road from our new place, it is the perfect convient locale with a great out door seating area to boot.
2100 Echo Park Ave , Los Angeles, CA 90026
Finding the perfect coffee shop is kind of like going on a blind date. You tread the waters gently, feel things out, see how you feel after the first encounter and then make your judgement call… Then again, maybe thats just me.
I raise my mug to you dear reader, whether its the first, second, or third cup of the day may the first sip always be the best.