Yes, corporate coffee clowns—it takes more than the press of a button. At least if it's done right, anyway. From the famed Ritual Roasters in San Francisco's Mission District (and Octavia; and Jerrold Ave; and the Oxbow Market in Napa; and a roving repurposed 1950s camper trailer affectionately called "Sputnik"):
(Personal note: Having worked with vintage steam locomotives from the earlier part of the last century [and latter part of the previous one—aka, the 19th], I have an above average appreciation not just for any system wherein the human mind is entrusted with exponentially more skill than with the modern, computerized counterpart, but the willingness to practice "old fashioned way" despite the advent of an easier—though not necessarily superior—alternative. Artisanal baristas of the world, I salute you.)
