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.