By Josh Rank SCOTTSDALE, AZ— I know jealousy is really unbecoming, but I can produce a shot just like the two groupheads between me and the grinder. I can ramp up to a full nine bars of pressure just as well as them. Even better, probably. Their gaskets are all loose and worn out. Just look how far you have…
I get it. I have a hole on top where you can toss stuff in. That must be kind of confusing. But just for the record: I am not, in fact, a garbage can. I am a tip jar.
By William Tanzarian Listen, I get it. I’m not just some customer who comes in and bastardizes all your hard work by adding loads of milk and sugar. Sure, I’ve never actually been a barista before, but I own a kettle and I grind my own beans at home, so I understand what it’s like to really put…