I know you’d spot this on a re-read, but you meant Mosaic.
I knew he was there now, but his stamp has not appeared on any menu I’ve seen. As best I can tell, he was simply brought in as a gun-for-hire to execute the mediocre food already in place. Then again, what would you expect from a restaurant branching out to the airport.
God in a Cup: The Obsessive Quest for the Perfect Coffee
From the mountains of Panama and Ethiopia, to the urban-jungles of Portland and Chicago, journalist Michaele Weissman takes us behind the scenes for a look at the world of third-wave specialty coffee. How did we get to Starbucks, and where we go from here?