While walking around downtown earlier this year, down a not so often traveled sidewalk, I noticed that a Philz Coffee was coming to town. I had been to the Philz in San Francisco, and although it was good, it was in the opposite direction of where I lived and so I never made my way back. Now that it’s in San Jose though, and within walking distance of the library, the taqueria with the tantalizing orange sauce and our local independent film theater, it is even better than ever.
I had completely forgotten that Philz was there until this weekend when we were coming out of the library and Alan started grumbling about the rumbling in his belly. As we zig zagged across streets and around college kids on skateboards, we found ourselves once again on that street.
Now, in case you aren’t familiar with Philz, they make their coffee one cup at a time. I have no idea what they do or how they do it. All I know is that I told the nice man behind the counter that I like light blends and then he nodded. Then he did something that was bold and said, “I’m going to make you something good. Don’t worry.” This (if you are a sensible, somewhat cynical person) is a saying that immediately makes you think that you are not at all going to like what is being made for you. Good thing I am that person because it made my cup of coffee that much more of an unexpected surprise. When he asked, I told him that I took cream and sugar, and in a mere minutes, a hot cup of coffee was placed before me, with a nice frothy foam on top and a delicate mint leaf to top it all off. It was one of the best cups of coffee I’d ever had. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it. And here I thought I had given up coffee.