How Not to Coffee-Blog

Matt Watson blogged at Bitter Barista, where he described his work slinging java at All City Coffee in Seattle’s Georgetown. Another coffee website exposed him and his rants against customers and his boss, Seth Levy. Guess who does not have a job? (The Barista was fired over the blog.) Note to all reading this: I love the Navy and my bosses are all great Americans. Every one of ’em.

13 thoughts on “How Not to Coffee-Blog”

  1. “Watson said baristas are “probably an artist, overqualified, people with pretty much college education across the board.”
    The New Jersey native has a bachelor’s degree in philosophy and moved to Seattle “following a girl.”
    He worked at All City Coffee to make ends meet while pursuing a career as a hip hop artist…”

    Imagine that.

  2. I visited a Coffee shop in York (UK) over the weekend, which sells coffee the old fashioned way… Just Coffee, and I mean ‘just coffee’.

    None of your specialties in a foreign language offering sizes from miniscule to elephantoid, no chalk boards that take an hour to browse over…

    No ‘in your face’ fancy ‘baristas’ wanting to know every thing from your date of birth to your national insurance number, and what colour socks your wearing… just coffee; plain and simple!

    No high pressure steam percolator pushing out noise like Concord hitting the sound barrier, no barista banging and clattering like a dock yard worker knocking down rivets… Just the tick-tock of a Grandfather clock that appears to freeze time.

    It is so good just to say to the girl “coffee with milk please” and that is exactly what you get, a really nice cup of coffee in a standard mug; one size fits all. And when you take your seat at an ‘evenly balanced’ table, the chairs don’t squeak as they move over the tiled floor.

    Just coffee with polite articulate staff who genuinely care about a questioned asked, which makes you want to return on your next visit.

    The simple pleasures of life.

    Yours Aye.

    1. Oy, Matey! Making me yearn for th Misty Isles. York Minster, The Dales, The Moor, south across the Humber to Grimsby for fresh cockels, Northeast to Scarbourough and then north to Whitby where Stoker wrote Dracula. Bangers & mash, pork pie and a Tadcaster or ten and a civilized game of 501. Mugs away!

      You killin’ me ovah heah!

      1. Owhhh bonnie lad, don’t forget the small coastal village of Staithes, with it’s higgledy-piggledy cottages and narrow winding streets. One or two great bars and a few cracking restaurants.

        Of interest?
        1745 to 1746 a young James Cook worked in Staithes as a grocers apprentice, where he gained his passion for the sea. After moving to nearby Whitby he joined the Royal Navy and eventually worked his way up to be Captain James Cook, whose ship HMS Endeavour was actually built in Whitby.

        Four Marines died and two were wounded protecting Cook on that fateful day on the Hawaiian beach.


        1. Ah, Ex Bootneck, why a lovely vista…and view …..I never had the opportunity to visit your little village but it sounds charming….thank you for showing us some of the sights….k

    2. EB,
      Years ago I read a fiction novel about a young Englishman called “The Various Flavors of Coffee” written by Anthony Capella. It was the story of the coffee trade around the turn of the century and a bit of a love story. Capella also wrote a novel called ” The Wedding Officer” about a young English officer in Naples, Italy at the end of WWII. Both were good books – light reading.

      I like fru-fru coffee or maybe I like saying, “Coffee, latte, grande.” Makes me feel international.

          1. Just took off my cap to you Lou, you certainly have the eye for it.

            You may find the following link of interest. Robert Brindley is a member of the Royal Society of Marine Artists who spends a lot of his time around the shores of Yorkshire.


            I trained as a military photographer, which is the lazy way of expressing one’s self. Shoot & scoot is my style.


  3. Struan: Haha! Rgr. . .
    EB: No emergency lighting? Rats.
    Suz: I know, I loved that part.
    Kris: I was thinking of Tiny Tim. God bless us, every one!
    EB: Just reading this makes me wanna get a cup of joe.
    Struan: Not to brag, but I had my cockels removed at a young age. My heart is (indeed) cockel free.
    Kris: I agree, Staithes looks like a fairy tale.

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