I HATE blog posts that apologize for long silences. They always sound so... self-absorbed, and meta, and they're invariably followed by further one-month blogging gaps, no matter how many times the writer pledges no, I won't let that happen THIS time, no siree, not me!
Suffice it to say, therefore, that we made our temporary move to Ann Arbor a month ago, and then our hair caught on fire and we broke our thumbs and were unable to blog for a stupid long period of time. But now we're properly splinted and back from the burn unit and ready to start sharing this great little village and its Michigan-y environs with you!
Ann Arbor is very much like Austin in a lot of ways. It's a liberal college town, and a river runs through it, and one of the four seasons eclipses the other three with its awe-inspiring grossness. Only here, that season is winter. It was 32 degrees here Sunday night, Texans! Although, Ann Arbor is different from Austin as well. It's lots smaller, and the mantra of local and sustainable that's been gripping Austin is only just struggling to its feet here.
But one thing Ann Arbor has that Austin doesn't is Comet Coffee.
Comet is located down a covered pedestrian shopping area called Nickels Arcade. Come to think of it, I don't believe Austin has one of those either, though I think it would be welcome in the blistering summer.
Logan had scoped this place out before my visit to A2 (yes, people actually DO call it that. They also call it the Deuce. But that's gross) back in April, before we knew I'd be moving up here in a matter of days.
There are a couple of tables set up outside, but on that brisk April day it was too nippy to take advantage.
So I sat inside and checked in on Gowalla while Logan snapped some shots. I should have been using the time to figure out what I wanted to order, because unlike a plain Jane coffee joint, the options are intriguing and not unintimidating. The basics, you can see in the picture below.
Yes, you can get a plain espresso, americano, macchiato, cappuccino, latte, or mocha. Or a bunch of different teas, hot chocolate, or a cafe dulce, which is coffee with dulce de leche added. Fairly straightforward, though you're already talking about like twenty options. Nope, it's with the drip coffee of all things that ordering gets more complicated.
There are fifteen (one five!) options for drip coffee, not a single one of which has anything to do with size! A list of five different types of coffee- mostly organic, free-trade, and small lot varieties- sits by the register. Each of them can be ordered prepared via the pour-over drip method, a French press, or a vacuum pot. And did I mention the coffee changes daily?
See where the indecision comes in?
I wrestled with myself for a while before finally settling on the Café Mondono, an organic coffee from Bolivia, prepared pour-over drip style. The nifty method is pictured below.
Logan got a cappuccino, and we ordered a lemon-ginger scone as well. The scones are brought in from the Pastry Peddler, which we have GOT to visit, because omg that scone...
After all that, the coffee was swill. Absolute crap. I don't know where they get off thinking they can foist....
AUGH! It's a pack of lies! It was the best coffee I've had in years! The cappuccino may have been better than the one on our corner in Florence! The coffee, plain drip coffee, was a freaking revelation, and I'm having considerable difficulty drinking it anywhere else, damn them!
We loved our drinks so much that we had to get an espresso for dessert. It came with a side water, most civilized.
And it was perfect.
So, dammit, I may be spoiled. Luckily, Comet sells the pour over drip hoopty things fairly inexpensively, so perhaps I can someday recreate their coffee. Though I hear I need like a $700 burr grinder first, so maybe not.
Comet, so far, you're a solid LOVE. Now get a delivery system in place so you can get your amazing coffee to my sublet in five minutes or less!