minor jive

On a very cold December day, far from Harvard Square, on an otherwise nondescript stretch of Mass. Avenue i wanderd into the tiny lab/showroom/stadup coffee bar of Barismo to fiind the plcce filled with young hipster tourists from all over the US and a few from East Asia. There was enough warmth from the crowd to steam the windows. I found a familiar face and asked, “What is going on?” She said, “I don’t know. They’re tourists and sometimes they arrive in groups.

They come because Barismo may be the moment’s cool coffee company. Barismo is picky about beans and they roast in small batches using two customized roasters from Taiwan. And at 169 Mass. Ave in Arlington, across from Bob Sargent’s Flora restaurant, they play, sort of like the Dead End Kids’ who once had their own basement clubhouse in the movies of the 1930’s. Huntz Hall, Leo Gorcey, Billy Halop. They hang out with each other and pull nearly perfect shots, and they use Japanese brewing equipment to make cups of coffee that may be even better. While I was l listening to visitors describe where they came from, and admiring the fashionable furry head gear of two Japanese girls the barista lowered his head and concentreated while he prepared a single-origin espresso shot that truly tasted fruity and wine-like. And then using an eccentric Japanese glass siphon the same barista made me the best mild cup of coffee I’ve ever had. Four of the barismaniacs gathered around to counsel patience while the coffee cooled and be supportive as fruit notes emerged and changed.