Great coffee shouldn’t be so hard to come by.
Behind the beans • Our Long Stories, Short
My first coffee was a classic double-double from a place that rhymes with Rim Tortons—all cream and sugar, no coffee. It wasn’t until I was living in LA that I had a Sweet Bloom Colombian pour over that really opened my eyes to the world of coffee.
I’d never experienced real flavour in coffee; the fruitiness, the clarity—I was instantly hooked and spent my days after that coffee crawling the city looking for another cup of goodness.
When I moved to Toronto, I started roasting for myself because I couldn’t find anything at the time that was near what I had tasted in LA and have been roasting, testing, cupping, and flavour profiling coffee ever since!
Cramming for my grade 9 exams back in Kuwait, I was introduced to my first "coffee"—a something-or-other Frappuccino. I moved to Canada the next year and quickly dove deep into a habit of drinking about 7 cups of Tim Horton's coffees a day.
It wasn't until I met Matt Taylor, Katie Browne, and Shannon Stone who made me my first crafted coffee (a flat white) out of Frankie, a 1969 Bailey Travel Trailer. I quickly became entrenched in the world of coffee in all its wonderful forms.
Now I'm perpetually on the hunt to find the best coffee I can, wherever I am, planning much of my days around the coffee I'll be enjoying; I'm thankful to be able to help others enjoy it too!