Christian Johnson, tallish, tattooed and blond, with the light build of a coffee drinker, searched for espresso. He’d brought about 20 pounds of espresso and coffee to his yet-to-be-opened new coffee shop; when he found it, he wondered if it was too far gone.
Maybe. It came out of the training espresso machine at the barista training spot and Johnson tapped the antique glass on the counter, staring at it from inches away. It was a bit too bitter, though not that bitter on second taste, however, the date on the bag said it all: the coffee was flat.