question is, if billy is serving up “espresso pearls” at the northwest barista competition, will the judges grasp the visionary ability to esteem them (or, say, fawn like an appreciative fiancee?)? or will they behave more like, you know, swine?
p.s. thanks to reader mikep, who once again keeps us covered on vital matters of barista arcania.
p.p.s. this blog, of course, has indulgently pledged to drop the ‘underdog’ descriptor when it comes to billy’s competition status. still, the tattooed one takes the opportunity to note, for publication, the wee-morning hours of a competing production-line barista!
“The best part is staying up until 1 a.m. and then coming in to open at 5 a.m.,” Wilson says with a laugh.
was it a cynical laugh? a knowing laugh? was there a wink involved?
you can depend on CI to ask the leading, paranoid questions!
p.p.p.s the food scientist weighs in in the comments.