Thursday, January 06, 2011
I'm sitting at my desk enjoying a cup of The Republic of Tea's Ginger Peach tea, and it occurred to me that I've been drinking (and loving) this particular tincture for more than sixteen years. The coffee shop craze hit suburban Connecticut, where I grew up, in the early 90s. In the fall of 1994 I got my very first job at a shop called Arcadia Coffee. Ginger Peach tea was one of the store's teas, and occasionally the smell and taste of it will take me back to my teenage barista days.
I loved that job. I loved the independence of making my own money. I was thrilled talking to the customers who came in. I actually enjoyed frothing milk -- and I was good at it. On the days I opened I adored eating the chocolate croissants for breakfast. I was in awe of the Italian lesbian who ran the shop and played Gypsy Kings non-stop on the stereo. I even loved the smell of Pine Sol when I mopped the floors at the end of the day. It's along time ago now, but I remember much of those coffee shop days as clearly as things that happened to me last week.