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$235.00
This grinder is awesome. I have a perfectly good Baratza Virtuoso electric grinder on my kitchen cabinet, yet I find myself instinctively pouring coffee beans into my Comandante hand grinder each morning. It's the tactile sensation of grinding the coffee...
$595.00
Automatic drip coffee makers have always been an unfortunate compromise, sacrificing the quality of coffee for efficiency and time. We have seen many improvements in brewers over the past 14 years and every step along the way has brought better...
$25.00
Buy your favorite person a gift card to the DoubleShot. Cards are available in $25, $50, or $100 increments. Purchase here and we'll charge up your card and mail it to you. Only good for in-store sales, these will not...
$9.22
These are the best filters for use with the Hario V60 pourover. If you've ever been stuck using the big Chemex filters in the V60, you come to appreciate these filters so much more. In a pinch, you can fold...
My life is riddled with incompleteness and unpreparedness. The amount and complexity of tasks I will attempt over the next few days and months is reality-shifting. (It’s like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard, both horrifying and alerting.) I am blissfully overwhelmed. But this day I found myself standing next to a French family with their distinctively-European shoes and dialects. I looked down over steel railing into a canyon with spires and arches and hoodoos, like a congress of red people waiting 140 million years for an Asian couple to snap a selfie from the safety of our perch. Each rock was carved with erosion, banded by layers of sediment, rounded by the ages, surely reminiscent of castles in ruins. Bryce... Continue Reading →
012718 443 p Sitting outside at the bar by the pool at the Doubletree Cariari. It’s windy but mostly sunny and the temperature in the shade is excellent. The Costa Rica national soccer team (I assume) is here and they are all going to some event in their uniforms. I’m sure they are popular, like NFL players are in the US, but no one seems to care. There are four boys in the pool and one on the side and they are playing ball. Brings back happy memories of the weightlessness of being a kid, being wet in the warm wind, the stark contrast between in and out of the water. Yesterday, I found Ricardo Gurdian waiting for me outside... Continue Reading →
