Its no secret that i enjoy coffee… correction, i heart coffee.
Its becoming a delightful passion of mine ever since i moved up to the Northwest in 06. Blake coffee was a thing that i associated “Black Angus man”, caffeine addicts, and the likes, to which it never occur that it would one day be the taste of choice for my own preference. But it has, ever since my palate has developed a nuance from tasting wine. It continues to be one of the favorite things i look forward to tasting wherever i travel outside of Sea/Tac area.
(Its just so fascinating how 2 types of coffee beans make up such a diversity of favors from different tropical regions and its unique cultural and technical mechanics that go into farming, harvesting, washing. drying, and roasting the beans. You drink it black-unfiltered, unadulterated, no sugar coating… and you really begin to appreciate its distinctive qualities that seperates it from others. No single coffee from the region, farm, and roasters are alike! That is just fantastic!)
Every metropolitan city all around the world drinks coffee. And every city has quality cafes that serves up good coffee for anyone who fancy’s such small wonder that gets served up in a cup.
In the three weeks of walking, busing, and googling through the hundreds of streets in Macau; i’ve been searching and tasting the coffee the locals and foreigners drink. Majority of the people drink McCafe coffee (always with milk). People with money go to the handful of Starbucks in the Casinos ordering fraps and lattes. There are handful of local cafes (next blog) serving up decent to quality coffees and pulling down shots through quality espresso machines.
I’ve discovered that Macao residents like their coffee medium roast. With two latte tasting under my belt, i’m concluding that it has something with the Australian coffee influence and the New Zealand milk thats sold and popular in the grocery stores. They get their beans mostly from Central America, Jamaica (Blue Mountain), Brazil (Portuguese influence?), and China (yes China!). No Kona, no African, no Asian… meaning no dark Roast! Ladies and gents its not Seattle/Tacoma anymore.
So far I’ve had really excellent Columbian, Costa Rica, and Brazilian! Thanks to the HH kona coffee ($80 per pound in Macau!) i brought from Hawaii, i made handful of friends with the baristas, who fix me up a cup of espresso or their daily brew when i go visit them. We’ll do cupping together and share our enthusiasm for brewing techniques… they enjoy my excitement for each cup!
All to say that coffee in Macau has been decent, but there is definitely room for growth and demand! At the book store, there is even a chinese magazine just for coffee- not much informative with actual coffee content, its more about the fashion and lifestyle of people who associate themselves in it; which tells me that their is a new coffee culture brewing. Besides the friendship’s been great- God has been opening doors to people’s hearts over a cup.
What has been even more exciting is the fact that i can actually see how my calling for missions is merging with my growing passion with coffee. I can actually envision how missions, christ community, and missions can actually be expressed anew here in China in and through a cafe…. Its like i’m beginning to see how they can actually of the same and i sense the freedom to pursue both.
Stay tune for further thoughts on Cafe, community, and missions.

” babe, the mountain’s calling my name this morning! I’m going hiking! Be back in the afternoon!”