I've never been to a coffee shop with an ethos before.
Mostly I just want a cup of coffee that doesn't suck, some
wifi and a place to plug in my laptop adapter. Bonus points
for decent ergonomics so I can put in an extra long
hyper-caffeinated work session without blowing out my elbows
or straining my back.
Houndstooth is not this type of coffee shop. There's not a
single outlet for device charging. Clearly this is a place where
customers are expected to absolve themselves from their every
day toil and Facebook-scrolling and shift their focus solely to
the coffee. And it's very good coffee. I tried two of the
varieties that were available this morning, a light and fruity
number and a rustico, both in cortados, which probably is a
terrible way to taste a bean for the first time but it was early
and I needed what I needed.
They were both great, but coffee is almost always great when you
carefully pulverize it, weigh the resultant grounds to the tenth
of a gram like a South Beach coke dealer and then employ a
handmade espresso machine from Florence with an exacting
science. The coffee is serious. Everyone is wearing a shirt and
tie or slender black dress and I'm in a pair of New Balance
sneakers I've owned for more than five years. I felt
underdressed. Did I mention the coffee is really good? I'm
on my second cortado. Did I mention that?
James Brown was screaming from the tiny Marshall speaker that
sits on a ledge near the ceiling while a steady stream of
customers came in and ordered their drinks. There are four
communal tables a bar that runs around the perimeter and a nook
with benches, tiny tables and stools. Out front a small patio is
the only reminder that this place used to be called the Pearl
Cup. This place is a big improvement.
There's a private coffee room off to the side with a sliding
metal door. Inside three coffee nerds practice coffee art. Is
that a Georgia O'Keeffe? No, dude, it's a heart.
1900 N Henderson Ave., houndstoothcoffee.com