|The pleasant aroma of coffee permeated the front door of The Roaster on Wooster St. Of the many times I experienced that refreshing fragrance, this time stood out as unique. For, my nose was able to wonder around in the playground of coffee aromas from around the world. I was greeted by the friendly hand of the Master Roaster, David Breen, (or as he prefers, Dave). After making proper introductions and readying my camera, I eagerly followed|
| him around to see what he would dig his hands into. The enormous brown bags cluttered the room. Each bag filled with coffee beans, provided samples for comparison. Reaching one of the bags, Dave stirred around the beans with his two hands. Then, he slowly cupped his hands to scoop and present fresh beans for my camera.
Dave took the beans and laid them on a glass counter in front of me. The little pile of golden-green beans seemed photogenic. Their color and shape was a hint to the personality that they waited to give to a coffee drinker. The eager soul who was to enjoy what these beans offered, would also enjoy one of the beauties of Nicaraguan coffee.
Once Dave filled a container with roughly 24 pounds of these beans from Nicaragua, he escorted me to the back room. In this room, with scales and machines that looked like they belonged in a Frankenstein film, is where the magic in a coffee cup is made possible. To prepare me for the elaborate demonstration, Dave offered me a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Being the classic addict, I accepted. I mean, how couldn’t I accept some of the freshest coffee that one could drink? And of no surprise, the coffee was so enjoyable that I see it likely to appear in my dreams – on one of Hemmingway’s beaches.