Hey there,
They say good things happen to those who grind.
But good things also happen to those who
kick back, relax, and let me take care of their
morning cup. Prismo plunges, precise pour-overs,
or French pressing with finesse, name your
brewing method—I can handle it.
Clean and quiet, my friends call me stealthy.
But don’t you dare stow me away. Cafe features
run through my veins but the countertop
is my stage. Pass me the mic…
or your favorite bag of beans.
Rise and grind, baby!
Love, Ode
