As we've said before, you never know who might stop by Turnrow on any given day. For instance today, out of the blue, Bill Cosby dropped in for a cup of coffee. Luckily our hick barrista (pictured at left with the Cos) was on hand to fill the request.
The Cos wanted three shots of espresso with a little steamed milk, but when he eyed our fully-automated Franke machine, he was skeptical. You could tell he'd had some unfortunate run-ins with automatics. We've all pulled off the interstate at midnight, in need of a boost and all that could be found is some french vanilla swill spewing from a gas station vending machine.
"It's Scandanavian," our hick barrista assured him. "Just try it."
"Let me see the crema," said the Cos.
At this point, the cafe began to buzz. Coffee drinkers and passers-by craned their necks and performed double takes. An Aflac sales meeting broke up in excitement, giving our little barrista a chance to proof his tight grind. First came the double, which layed up nice. But he could tell by the sound of the grinder that he was at the end of his beans. There was just enough for the single. Thank heavens!
The crema set up nicely in the cup and the barrista showed it to Cos with a knowing grin. The Cos took the cup, peered inside, then raised his eyebrows in approval. "Look at him gettin' cocky," Cos said. "Okay, then, Mr. Scandanvia, let's see your steamed milk."
The Franke whipped up a light, frothy pitcher that settled nicely into the three shots. The barrista passed it to the Cos, who took a sip and with his famous pudding pop lip-smack declared it a success.
The cafe roared with applause. The good-natured and caffeinated Mr. Cosby graciously shook hands as he left the bookstore. He turned and called back to the barrista, who had ground the last bean to meet this esteemed customer's highest standards, "Now that you know how I like it, I'll send someone over later for another."