DING DING DING DING!
(I keep editing and adding to this as the thoughts keep coming up):
I barista’d for most of my 20’s and early 30’s back in Canada, and encountered a lot of coffee snobbery in Vancouver. But, on my side of the counter, I loved the challenge and obsessive attention to detail with every drink that I made, and thrived on these intense little blasts of perfectionism/concentration that came with trying to be consistent and pull the closest to a “god shot” you could every time until the next order came up. Still, I always found the baristas who took themselves way too seriously and came off more aggro than passionate a bummer.
In the end, the espresso machine felt like a ball and chain and I’m out of that loop forever, but now occasionally do pour-over for the cafe that my in-laws run when they get slammed, and I get to catch that wonderful perfectionist buzz again. My father-in-law is a strict master!
Switching between our Hario v60 and a handsome wedding present Kalita kettle, a trusty old Bialetti Moka when the mood strikes, and a Melitta automatic drip for the daily early morning zombified time-crunch. Pour-over is reserved for the weekends and leisurely afternoons these days.
Daily beans from http://chiba-ken.jp/hug/, we try other kinds from here and there, gonna try Second Story, and if I like 'em I’ll try their subscription service…Almost done with some Fika beans that we picked up on our most recent trip back home this summer…also, some great roasters to be found here in Nara.