The silhouettes of two people appear in the dim light of the parking lot. The crisp night air pushes their feet swiftly towards the inviting coffeehouse. As the door is opened their senses are pleasurably soothed by the aromatic coffee that emanates from every corner of the building. The morning routine of opening a coffee shop is without question a work of art. It shares the likeness of a dance between two people; both follow a series of steps, but work together to display a grandeur of skill and beauty. The espresso machine must be assembled, the bakery displayed, and the coffee ground and brewed. Anyone familiar with a coffee house has cataloged the sounds that routinely assail their ears. The pounding of the espresso heads, the pouring of the shots, and the grinding of the beans is like a symphony, harmonizing together to render the resonance of coffee.
History relays to us the importance of coffee shops on people and culture. It is a place of relaxation and refuge. A room filled with more than coffee and comfort food, but warm conversation and fellowship. The rich and delicious coffee is the gathering point for people of all ages to converge and connect.
Unfortunately, in a highly consumer driven culture and economy the coffee house experience is now but a frail outline of it origins. Few people know what life is like for the modern barista’s who serve this ever growing self-indulgent civilization. The stories range from daunting to unbelievable to all out ridiculous. This blog is for barista’s around the country to write in and share their customer stories with each other. Let coffee bring us together like it was always intended, only in a more twisted way.
Please remain anonymous (no names of real persons or companies) and e-mail us your stories (spilledmilkproject@gmail.com) to see them up on the blog!
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