Situated in our small town, up the road from the quaint ice cream store, across the street from early 1800's red brick post office, is our barista cove: THE ONE RED CHAIR.

With such character, such coffee, and such conversation, our coffeehouse not only provides the best the coffee in town (north of Toronto), best blossoming baristi, but jamming small town gossip topped with humour that even makes Mike blush, and make us all laugh.

There is no other experience in the world than educating the customer on what makes direct trade coffee better than direct trade coffee, what the heck latte art is, the size difference between a cappucino and a latte. I love watching little kids with whip cream moustaches smiling back at me, individuals wanting to watch a roasting, participating in a cupping, and debating on whether they want to try a new drink or stick with their favourite.

I am a Bradfordian, born and raised. Nothing will ever change my Bradford bones. With certain quaint stylistic advances, like new places to hang like our ONE RED CHAIR, the quaint bookstore, ice cream shop, and a new italian restaurant, I am proud of my town more than ever.
And proud to be a part of this great coffeehouse, and becoming a "Master Espresso in Training", working alongside professional baristi, and drinking Intelligentsia Direct Trade coffee.

Now, I take sips at other places and compare coffees. Everything else is watered-down, dry, and dead. Yes, coffee can be dead. But drinking our coffee is like hiking through a South American jungle, listening to the sounds of exotic birds, falling in love with the canopy of trees, and being face-to-face with a tiger. Everything is happening around, yet a peaceful ambiance washes over, soothing the soul at the same time.

till I write again,
Missy, little miss etch-a-sketch