After visiting Kopplin’s, I discovered that the Mac to PC ratio is only an appropriate measure to determine the pretentiousness of the clientele of a coffeehouse. I will need to develop a whole new system to measure the pretentious level of the coffeehouse itself. Here is the point scale I propose:
- 10 points of the coffeehouse is in a restored building or has LEED certification
- 10 points if there is a dive bar within 100 feet with a prominent PBR sign
- 10 points if the coffeehouse sells American Apparel T-Shirts
- 10 points if organic grass fed milk is on the menu, add 5 more for each of the following: soy milk, goat’s milk or milk identified by the cow (Jersey, Holstein)
- 5 points if the owner conducts a weekly cupping
- 5 points if Fair Trade coffee is on the menu, 10 points if it is on the window
- 5 points for pictures of smiling workers picking coffee or coffee plantations, 10 points if the name of the family is listed on the picture
- 10 points for any mention of carbon credits or carbon footprint on the menu or website
- 5 points for a consistent mix of music from artists who have been recently featured on NPR, Pitchfork or Brooklyn Vegan
- 10 points for a flat screen TV of any kind
- 5 points if they have a liquor license, 10 points for a tapas menu
- 5 points for new leather furniture, or more than one barista is dressed in all black
- 20 points if the coffeehouse has their own iphone app.
By this scale, Kopplin’s only gets a 60, but still makes it the most pretentious coffeehouse in the Twin Cities, and probably the most pretentious one I’ve visited in 2009. I don’t count Fonte in Seattle because I walked out after waiting in line and seeing Nicoise & Manzanilla Olives with Lemon Zest and Vaudovan Spice on the menu, despite being drawn in from the street by their Mirage espresso machine.
However I am willing to put up with almost anything as long as it results in a good cup of coffee. Kopplin’s has twin
clovers, much like hockey rinks have two Zambonis, because one will inevitably break. I was more than willing to part with $5 for a 12oz cup of the Kenyan Kiamariga, and it was worth it. I am always amazed how coffee brewed in a Clover has so much more body than the brew I make everyday in my French Press.
As far as I can tell, Kopplin’s does not roast their own coffee. Rather their skill lies in selecting outstanding single origin coffee from roasters like Terrior Coffee in Massachusetts. While I support Kopplin’s decision not to serve decaffeinated coffee, I find it hilarious that they put their foot down on only serving whole milk because skim milk does not “fit our core principle of showing off the flavors of nature.” That’s like saying “we only use natural dyes to make our cheddar cheese orange.” Coffee is a flavor of nature, and milk dilutes that flavor, so by that theory they shouldn’t serve any drinks with milk. I have no problem when a coffeehouse makes a stand when it makes sense, and in this case it is more the attitude, which is a little out of place in the land of hotdish and Minnesota Nice. Keeping that in mind, I plan to return to Kopplin’s whenever I’m in the neighborhood because they have excellent coffee. I also plan to order a large decaf with extra skim milk every time, just to feel the ire of their dressed in black baristas.








Like cancer starts with one cell,
get a real cup of coffee. Starbucks using a Clover is like putting discount tires on a Ferrari – a Clover can’t make great coffee if it’s using horrible beans. I had the added joy of being in Seattle when Starbucks rolled out their
Most people in this country, and even in Seattle, have never had a real cup of espresso. A properly pulled shot has an amazingly complex taste with a smooth as silk feel. 


Pablo’s takes their coffee seriously. They roast their own beans and offer a wide variety for bulk sale, however they usually only offer 2 choices for brewed and 1 for French Press. I came for the coffee, but they had me as soon as I walked in the door and saw this sticker to the right of the cash register: ”Cheney Drinks Starbucks.” One would assume that’s true because the former VP lacks imagination, not because he is a mean person.
When Boulderites go out for coffee, they like to feel like they are in Hemmingway’s Paris, a group of like-minded American expatriates gathering to discuss art and the world over an espresso. The problem with this delusion is that unlike most people in Boulder, Hemmingway fought in the war, drank real coffee and didn’t go to a cafe to be anti-social.
It’s tough to fit more than four bikes, and much like all the tables at The Cup, it’s almost always full.
Want to enjoy a cup of
While I understand these slabs of metal, sorry, works of art, represent the mountains, some of us like to enjoy coffee in a neighborhood where people actually live. Therefore coffee snobs should unite uptown at
have a Clover, but a cup brewed on that wonderful machine is 50¢ cheaper than at Novo. And for those of you that pick a coffee house for ambiance rather than coffee, chalk up another advantage for Fluid – real people live in this neighborhood and seem to spend all day here. While I was enjoying a cup of Kenyan coffee, the barista knew at least four people by name. My yardstick for pretension, the Mac to PC ratio, at Fluid is usually even during the day.