cafe

Oct
10
2011

Driving down the main stretch through Beavers Bend, Oklahoma, I was looking for a place to get some work done. All I needed was a power outlet, a table, and preferably a beverage. I soon found one rocky driveway that boasted three distinct options: a liquor store, a coffee and computer bar, or a go-cart track.

Since it was only 1:30, I had no children on board, and I was actually intending to get some work done, I chose the internet café and coffee bar.

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Four older gentlemen rested on the porch sipping from steaming cups. I offered my best Texas howdy on this Texas-OU weekend and headed for the door.

One stood and two tipped their caps with hospitality fit for Southern gentlemen.

Once inside the cabin that I believe originally served as a home, a petite older woman  greeted me. Her shop was empty of people but full of charm.

Java signs, espresso posters, and random pictures of locals filled the wooden walls, and an automatic espresso machine that would make my local Starbuck envious claimed the entirety of the bar. A series of coffee drink ads decorated the wall behind the bar and each had a sticky note that said, “sold out” on it.

The spirited barista suggested her favorite drink to me, a caramel macchiato. She hopped from step stool to step stool to reach for the milk, the unmarked Styrofoam cup, and the vanilla syrup. She shared her opinion on the Michael Jackson case that blared through the only TV in the joint. One sip later, I was hooked.

I asked her where she learned to make the macchiato and she said, “a customer came through a couple of years ago and taught me. I learned it from there by trial and error.”

As I sat and opened my notebook in one of the only two tables in the room, a heavily accented British woman walked in. She ordered a black coffee and the barista said, “I can do that, but I would recommend the caramel macchiato.”

Another sell.

As I sat and watched two locals come in and each order a caramel macchiato, it hit me and I finally got up the courage to ask, “what else do you make here?”

With a confident smile she tilted her head, smacked her gum between open lips, put her hand on her right hip and said, “I make a mean caramel macchiato.”

I giggled and asked what else she had perfected because her macchiato was exceptional and she said, “I’ve got that and I’ve got black coffee. When you make something that good, you don’t need much else.”

And when you are charging $6.72 a pop and are selling eight in an hour, I’m guessing that is probably true. Top that with charging $6 for the only internet in town and you’ve got a pretty good thing going.