Chemically Imbalanced (espresso-jogged screeds)

hoffmann, loosed

it’s a common, vexing concern: how would the world barista champeen answer the burning coffee questions of the day? — with hurricane winds, swooping fighter jets and small mortar fire distracting him, no less?

that’s pretty much how our hack front-porch interview sounds, thanks to the blogson, who kept slamming that thar suthin’ screen door, and a nearby airport, and our blogcam’s ultra-sensitive “windy-mic.” it’s almost too audacious to call this a public service — but that never stopped us before!

herewith, hoffmann’s answers to such zingers as, “is there a crisis of career options for talented baristi?” because, you know, there’s not really a place online where he can consistently share his opinions …