
Half a century
of taking our time.
My mother opened this place with one roaster, one table, and an alarmingly good record collection.
We've changed the chairs, the mill, and the sign — twice. We have not changed the rule: if you want it to go, it has to be worth slowing down for. Roasting happens on Tuesdays. The music starts at six. The last cup is whenever the last person is ready.
The record wall is hers. You're welcome to look. You're not welcome to touch the Tom Waits, and that is a family matter.

