Other People’s Coffee: Columbia, MO – Kaldis Coffee
Coffee Shop: Kaldis Coffee
Location: Columbia, Missouri
Drink: Cappuccino
Drinkers: Chris Hess
Meant to write this one up the last time I was in the great town of Columbia. I took pictures. I drank multiple drinks. I simply never got around to it.
So a year later, while on a week-long family tour of the deep Midwest, our route from Missouri to Iowa took us again throughColumbia. We ate fine food. We drank fine brew (not the coffee kind). And before it was again time to hit the road with audiobooks to pass the time, it was determined I needed a fine cup of coffee.
Walking back into Kaldis a year later, most is the same. It is a large space. There is a focus on fine coffees with a food menu to please the college and business folk that populate the downtown area. A change I noticed: the menus are less cluttered, easier toread. Kaldis now offers french press (bonus) and chemex (double bonus). I had an idea of them brewing it directly into my mouth while I planked the coffee bar so I could become an internet sensation in certain circles.
Deeming this to be inappropriate and maybe impossible (reverse gravity pour?)…and deterred from either of these brew methods by not feeling confident in my ability to imbibe 32 oz. of coffee on my own while being behind the wheel…I went with a cappuccino. Triple bonus? Kaldis now offers their house espresso alongside a single-origin offering. Feeling special, I went with the S.O. – a promising Guatemala.
Whilst I waited for my capp, conversation ensued. The Kaldis baristas are talkative and pleasant. What’s more, they are genuine.
There is a difference between talking with a customer to pass the time while waiting for their beverage to be handed to them and truly engaging with someone. I was engaged with. My barista’s father is from Fort Collins and she wants to move West but needs a job. Kaldis is also in the process of getting their drip bar/by the cup system rolling (Quad Bonus). See what you learn when you actually meet people instead of “meeting” people?
Next, my drink arrived. It was quite good. Nice balance and texture. Some of the sweetest milk I’ve ever tasted, and the espresso held up very nicely as the drink cooled while I drove north.Well done, fellow behind the machine who I didn’t get to speak with much. You were pleasant as well, though. I have the feeling we might have spoken for some time.
Thank you, Kaldis, for being the official coffee sponsor of my Missouri-Iowa transition. I will return. I recommend you – reader – try it for at least the first time. If not in Columbia,
then one of their other locales.
Methinks you’ll dig it.
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My good lady Jessica enjoyed a chai. My firstborn Thomson enjoyed a hot chocolate steamed to perfect kid temperature (a task that seems simple but can – for some unknown reason – can be hard to do). I enjoyed a double cappuccino to start, and then moved on to a selection from their drip bar, which uses the Hario V60 pour-over. Sola brewsthe beans roasted by Cartel, which are delcious. Johnna & I had a brief convo concerning the stewardship of the beans we pay for and the expression of service through drinks that are well-made. Her thoughts on the matter translated right into my capp, and Toby’s right into my Hario drip.
Back in August, Everyday Joe’s took a field trip to Springfield, MO. It was a trip centered on serving people and an attempt to transport the heart and spirit of 144 S. Mason to another locale, even if just temporarily.
Fast forward approximately two weeks. We are in Springfield. It is not as hot or miserable as everyone said it would be. It has been busy day full of meeting those in need and hopefully meeting their needs and learning the stories of everyone…homeless or not. Our afternoon distribution has gone well at Park Central Square and I now have a moment to slip away. The Coffee Ethic is within shouting distance. I go there. I walk into quite a beautiful space. The exposed brick walls remind me of a place I love and the connected library reminds me of an IKEA catalog. The barista on duty (who’s name has now left my memory bank) is a good fellow willing and able for conversation. He finds out we’re from Ft. Collins and we begin to talk beer, the industry he hopes to get into sometime soon. He let’s me know of hopes to come to FC soon, but that is a story for another day.
Being a recent transplant to Knoxville I had been looking for good coffee. My friend David and I headed to The Old City to give it a whirl only to find it closed. Disappointed we began to head down the street to see what else was around when a woman from inside Remedy asked if we’d like to check the place out. We said sure and she proceeded to give us the “grand tour.” Turns out that Remedy is the brainchild of a local church called Knoxlife Church. The church met there on Sundays but the hope was to open up the space to the surrounding community during the rest of the week.
covered cherry taste,” which was easily discernable. Maybe just because it was mentioned, maybe because they pulled some good shots, whatever the case it was still delicious.
A week ago I had a similar experience when entering the Cartel Coffee Lab in Tempe, AZ. I found out about Cartel while watching the United States Barista Championship, as one of the competitors is employed there. I became excited because I was going to be in the Tempe area for vacation. After a bit more research, I realized the shop was on the way to IKEA and quickly came to the conclusion that a beverage from Cartel would be a good prelude to Swedish things.
think I was making the whole thing up…like Costanza & his party full of supermodels. I had again discovered a treasure, this one tucked away amongst the hustle and bustle of the university down the street.
There are days when I feel compelled to drive 21 hours from Colorado to my home in Erie, Pennsylvania. Those days don’t come often, but February 14th was one such day, and along the way, I had a craving for coffee. The road to Pennsylvania known as I-80 is long and boring, with the exception of a few cities until you hit Chicago. With my newly acquired GPS, I searched for the only coffee house I expected to find, and found one, many miles ahead.



