Daniel Green hands me a cup of coffee.
The beans are from a small farm in Ethiopia, he tells me, and they were just roasted in a mini roaster in the back of his downtown office the day before.
But the truth is, other than buying locally roasted bags of beans from indie shops, owning a cheap burr grinder and really digging what comes out of my drip coffeemaker at home, I don’t actually know that much about the beverage that helps me get out of bed every day. Nor do I know anything about the subculture that’s sprung up around it.
Green, though, works for InterContinental Coffee Trading, a coffee importer that supplies green beans to both small local roasters and bigger international chains – green beans are the unroasted seeds of coffee plants that, once cooked and ground up, become what people recognize as coffee.
I asked him how San Diego compares with other coffee meccas like Portland or Seattle.
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As Amy Krone mentions, this is actually the second craft coffee wave for San Diego. In addition to the 2 she mentions there was Quel Fromage in Hillcrest and ol' Pannikin. And the one downtown (on 'G' Street, I think). I'm talkin' early 80s; before great tatoos, too.
Anyway, I would LOVE the aroma of coffee roasting in my neighborhood. But, I understand the need for those pesky regulations. Cost of doing business in "America's Finest".
And: Swag, I got it :-)