You're on the road, running low on coffee grounds, and the idea of grabbing a generic bag from Safeway makes your heart sink. That's when you stumble into SINKS. Pun intended.
No, they're not roasting their beans right there -- they get it from a buddy in Denver. But here's the thing:
You walk in, and you're treated like family. They (Andrew, et al) talk to you. They remember your name.
The coffee is strong, rich, alive -- and they'll send you off with a bag for the road, just because you asked.
It's not about the bean.
It's about the hands that pour it, and the heart behind the counter. read more