COFFEE HOUSE – Nicholasville, KY

May 17, 2009

I haven’t been here, but I found it online and I thought I’d highlight it as a place I’d like to visit.

Main and Maple Coffee House in Nicholasville, Kentucky

I’m admittedly a coffee-snob thanks to my training at Peets and as such I find it hard to recommend a place that doesn’t understand and serve good espresso and real fresh coffee.  However, I’ve read through this website and I think that aside from serving coffee (the basics) they just seem to be doing everything else right as a “coffee shop”.

Their mission is “to be a safe place for people from all walks of life to come and enjoy not only great food and drink, but also friendship and fellowship.”  What a great mission for a coffee place!  A safe place.  I like that.  If you scroll down even further on the main page you’ll see that they offer free wifi all the time!  I love them already.  And if I visit their establishment before 8 AM on Monday through Friday, I GET A FREE SCONE!  Are you kidding me?  They’re giving away pastries!  That’s insane!

I also love that customers can get a free fill of coffee on a specialty drink purchase.  I always thought that was something that coffee shops should be doing and I love that these people are doing it.

Just like a local LA coffee shop owner, Chuck Jones, who says “life’s too short for bad coffee”, the owner of this Nicholasville, KY coffee shop, a guy named Jim, says “life is too short to be difficult.”  I like that too.

A look at their drink selection suggests to the educated barista that they might not truly understand good espresso, but they seem to have a wide selection of syrups to satisfy the mid-westerners palate.  That’s nice.  And while they don’t serve loose-leaf, I do appreciate their tea selection.

And no great coffee shop would be complete without a great selection of breakfast items, tasty sandwiches and healthy wraps.  These guys even have flatbread pizzas!

Finally, they have live musicians every Friday and Saturday night.  They’re getting almost all As!

Now if only I could be sure that they don’t serve a dead shot.


June 6, 2008

Translate this:

Uso para: metodo tradicional. Cafeteira eletrica e cafeteira italiana.

We were given some Brazilian coffee for Ryan’s birthday…

(Just for reference, if you give either of us coffee, it’s for both of us. It just is.).

So Ryan was given some pre-ground Brazilian coffee for his birthday. We put it in the freezer before we went to the East Coast two weeks ago, and I took it out yesterday to thaw.

(Again, for reference, you should only put coffee in the freezer like you put fish or other fleshy foods. Don’t keep taking it out and putting it back in. You’ll bleach the flavour from the coffee and it’ll no better than hot black water once you brew it.)

So this morning, Ryan was asking me where the coffee filters are… We typically use the French press or make espresso-drinks, so for him to be asking where the filters are was kinda odd. Then I remembered the Brazilian coffee. I hopped up to check the grind. Ryan was right, it was definitely too fine for French press, but it almost seemed too fine for a perc. So I suggested that he try making a shot with it. Espresso. He was nervous, but he tried. Besides, we were out of filters anyway.

The whole package was in Brazilian… ahem, Portuguese. So trotted over to my brand-spankin’ new hand-me-down 15″ PowerBook G4 and typed in and lo and behold, Yahoo has acquired Babelfish! It looks the same and works the same, it’s just couched in Yahoo-ness.

And I translated the Portuguese text. It was all in Portuguese so it took some time to find the right text to translate. It read thusly:

Use stops: traditional method. Electric coffee pot and Italian coffee pot.

What? Use for either? Electric or Italian? A quick Google reveals that in Brazil, they are “traditionally” the same thing.

So Ryan made his espresso with our American-Italian coffee maker. A Breville. It was actually pretty good! I’d wimped out and used our decaf whole beans.


March 21, 2008

…from Kauai.

If you live in an area bereft of Trader Joe’s and you like coffee, I have a little bit of pity for you today.  Currently, Trader Joe’s has a Limited Edition Peaberry from Kauai.  According to the can, the coffee is bright, smooth, and sweet.  Boy, are they right!

From Wiki: peaberry, also known as caracoli, is a type of coffee bean. Normally the fruit of the coffee plant develops as two halves of a bean within a single cherry, but sometimes only one of the two seeds gets fertilized so there is nothing to flatten it. This oval (or pea-shaped) bean is known as peaberry. Typically around 5% of all coffee beans harvested are of this form.

We brewed the first batch in our 12-cup french press.  And the result was lovely.  I found the roast to be a little hard, the bean is slightly burnt; but the flavour comes through!  Medium acidity, medium body.  Bright and sweet.  Very sweet!

So if you live near a Trader Joe’s and love good coffee, go buy this whole bean peaberry coffee!  Or come over to our place and I’ll brew you some.  Cheers!


November 8, 2007

I liked this one.


September 26, 2007

Ryan’s former roomie Steve the Hipster and his lovely and classy-cool wife Sarah made a return trip to LA this past weekend! We met up with them and their friends, John & Charity, at our favourite neighbourhood haunt, The Alcove. Read the rest of this entry »


August 11, 2007

…to be a latte-artiste.

Stick it to the Mermaid

August 7, 2007

Stiff the Seattle Sealady (aka Starbucks).

OUR Memorial Day

May 28, 2007

So last night at church we had a potluck – sort of our ‘beginning of summer, celebrate the three day wknd, let’s have fun every few months’ sort of thing. It was great fun, and several of us guys were able to totally reorganize and clean up Terry’s shed, in addition to experiencing all manner of grilled delicacies.

At some point, we learned of a rapidly hatching plot by the Siebelaners and Monroes to hit the beach first thing in the morning today (so as to avoid the inevitable LA syndrome of ‘we drove an hour and we’re still late and now there’s no where to park’ which strikes most of us at least once a month and much more often when going to the beach on summer holidays). At any rate, Gillian got excited and we decided to join in, so did a few others, and I resigned myself to the idea that I didn’t really need to work a full day today and that half a day would be good.

Memorial Day

So, the beach was great fun. Gillian demonstrated her Canadian indemnity against cold by swimming and playing in ocean water which was so cold that it literally caused me so much pain I couldn’t stand in it, not even ankle-deep. My wife is the cutest penguin ever, and I am apparently a wuss.

On the way home, we decided to stop by Peet’s to pick up some coffee and so Gillian could check on her schedule. Then we found out about a bbq being hosted by one of Gillian’s coworkers in Bel Air. In case you don’t know, that’s where all the rich people have fabulous houses with sweeping views of Los Angeles. Gillian got excited, and I got flustered: being a Fritzsche, I am a very big fan of formulating and then executing plans, with as little unforeseen change as possible. Having planned since the previous day to go to the beach and then to work for four hours, I was sure I couldn’t possibly afford the opportunity-loss in income engendered by not working and mostly just felt confused by the world. But Gillian pointed out that it’s a holiday and that I should relax, and I got over it and we went to the bbq, where we met a whole bunch of really fun and really artsy people and played cards and swam and talked about the business and ate amazing hamburgers in a fabulous house built on the side of a hill with a sweeping view of LA. The best part was that this house is owned by Gillian’s friend’s grandpa, who apparently built and decorated it while the Brady Bunch was on the air, and saw no need to update it with the latest Ikea has to offer. So, it was an amusing contrast – one of the most hoity-toity neighborhoods in America, but a house that felt more like a middle-American home than a monolithic monument to modernism (a common theme in wealthy LA houses).

We ended our day early and I’m going to bed before 11pm. Which of course, always makes me very happy. I like to think that we celebrated the freedom bought by the blood of our grandfathers in Europe and the Pacific in a way befitting the holiday, which is in and of itself an interesting study in American culture that I have not the resources or energy to explore at this time. Suffice to say, we as a culture celebrate the fact that we were not conscripted into Nazism by grilling hot dogs at the beach. I think that’s fascinating.


May 25, 2007

…in my cereal might not seem like a good thing.  Yet, I have no trouble popping a chocolate-covered espresso bean when I want one.

So even though I accidentally dropped some espresso grounds into my cereal and didn’t notice until I sat down to eat it, I’m not going to get a new bowl.  I’m eating my coffee-grounded-cereal.  And I’m enjoying it.

P.S. This is where I work.