"They supply our bakery's coffee and trained our staff on their own machine. When our grinder died mid-morning, Oscar drove a loaner over within the hour."
A former print shop on Freeport Boulevard, a secondhand 12 kg drum, and a stubborn idea: Calgary deserved coffee roasted close enough to smell.
The café opened first, beans bought from a Vancouver roaster, good coffee, fine. Then we tasted what the same lots did fresh off a local drum and the math stopped working.
In 2020 the back room was storage and a leaky sink. We cleared it, vented it, and parked a refurbished drum roaster where the mop bucket used to live. The first hundred batches were honestly mediocre; batch 101 is the one regulars still talk about. These days the roast room produces every bean we serve and enough extra for fourteen wholesale accounts.
The club side grew the same way, accidentally. A punch-card for regulars became member pricing, then first-pour rights on new lots, then Thursday cuppings where the table votes on what we buy next. We're adults-only on club stuff, which is why the site carries the 18+ mark.
The lease on Freeport signs. The space is a print shop; the espresso machine arrives before the furniture does.
Café opens, then the roaster lands. First batches are drinkable at best, we keep the log anyway.
Wholesale starts with two bakery accounts. The punch-card regulars become the deals club.
First Thursday cupping sells out. Workshops launch after customers keep asking to touch the machine.
Nine origins on rotation, five people on the crew, one very opinionated chalkboard.
The roast room has a glass wall on purpose. Dates go on bags. Prices are printed where everyone can see. A business with nothing to hide doesn't need a fancy story.
We pay over commodity price for every lot and keep buying from the same farms year over year. Loyalty both directions beats a bargain every time.
Free drip for the dog-walk crowd before 8, pitchers of water in summer, a bench nobody's rushed off. The café works because the block keeps it alive.
Small enough that whoever answers your email also roasted your coffee.

Signed the lease, unclogs the drains, answers the legal email.

4,000+ batches on the drum, Q-grader, writes the chalkboard.

Runs the bar and the workshops. Pulls the 7 AM test shot.

Remembers your order, wins latte-art throwdowns, writes the blog.
Working the same week means the espresso tastes like the roast, that's the whole point.
Order services What we do
The roast room, 2021 build
Our house espresso, rebuilt twice when farm lots changed, still the best seller. Recipe card available if you ask nicely.
Built on a market-stall frame in Oscar's garage. Eighty-five events in and it still fits through a standard door, barely.
Cupping regulars picked four of last year's feature roasts. The tally board on the wall is the only focus group we trust.
"They supply our bakery's coffee and trained our staff on their own machine. When our grinder died mid-morning, Oscar drove a loaner over within the hour."
"Took the milk workshop as a total beginner. Three hours, forty pitchers, and I went home and poured a recognizable heart the next morning."
"The cart at our September wedding ran through sleet and a power hiccup and nobody noticed either. Guests still bring up the cortados."
Come taste what the chalkboard produced this week, or book something hands-on.