Updated: Jun 17
I was born in Vienna, Austria and lived there until my mid-twenties. I loved the coffee houses there. The culture, the art, the atmosphere of them was always comforting to me. They each had interesting and unique histories that fascinated me; Sigmund Freud was known to frequent one spot I visited.
When I was 27, I moved to the United States to improve my English. I struggled to find coffees I liked, so I turned my back on it altogether. I would travel back to Europe sometimes, and on one of those trips I rekindled that love of coffee. The thought of leaving that wonderful coffee behind to return to the US saddened me, and the idea was born; I would bring that taste of Italy to the US.
I returned with a mission. I began making connections and negotiating with the roaster. I also made a friend at my day job who shared my passion for coffee. Zac and I are very different, but we share a few, crucial interests; coffee, business, and jokes at the other’s expense. I invited him to take part, and he jumped at the opportunity. We’ve been sharing our coffee with the country and making fun of each other ever since.