Adieu: Saying Goodbye to The Greenest Bean


Today I had an itchy feeling after work that I needed to get some coffee. It was imperative. I headed toward Starbucks so that I could use my card and accumulate stars toward free drinks, but something felt so immediately wrong that my arms turned the steering wheel to the left without consulting my brain and for the first time since summer I was headed to The Greenest Bean.
This particular coffee stand and I are emotionally connected–it was here that I spent countless lunch and afternoon and before-recital breaks ordering the most delicious caramel Americanos while hashing out life during heavy or frivolous conversations with Y. The Greenest Bean was staffed by lovely workers who knew our names and how to craft the perfect iced beverage, and their punch cards and packaging made my marketing heart sing.
I don’t know how, but Y almost always ended up with the pink straw and I the green. It was like a little bit of magic. The Greenest Bean helped me through some hard days and a lot of wonderful ones. The Greenest Bean changed me from a bashful coffee newbie into a coffee snob.
As graduation came near, my favorite baristas moved on and their replacements, while I am sure quite nice, didn’t know my name or the proportions of my drink. I changed too. The caramel in my drink became too much and I eventually changed to drinking an iced americano with a dash of cream and no flavoring. I became obsessed with reaching gold star status on my Starbucks card, and even though I was still at Saint Martin’s every day it was no longer as a student. Slowly, but surely, I stopped going. We had both changed.
So today it was a surprise to me when I found myself once more pulling into the familiar drive-thru lane of The Greenest Bean. I dug in my wallet and found the gorgeous punch card, only one punch in it, at the very back of all of my coffee cards. I ordered my more mature Americano from a lovely Barista I did not know, and while sitting I noticed a letter taped to the window stating that after Friday, October 14, The Greenest Bean would be closed for good.
At first I did not believe it, surely the posting was a joke. Then, I remembered that funny feeling I had had which had led me to the stand, and I remembered the date. I put the punch card away, unused.
As I savor the very last americano I will ever purchase from The Greenest Bean, I find it very fitting that my straw is jet black.

Sincerely,
Emilie

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5 thoughts on “Adieu: Saying Goodbye to The Greenest Bean

  1. There was a barista who made a brief appearance there…Keira, remember her? In true Universe fashion, I found her on my very first coffee run from Alaffia, and she knew my drink and made it perfectly and I wanted to reach through the window and hug her, and shout my gratitude at the Universe, that a little bit of my Green Bean experience was here for me any time I needed a little lift.

    That little flash back to the pink and green straws and all of the comfort that came with them really did nearly get me a little weepy. I keep thinking of epiphanies and high fives, and my always broken heart. 🙂

    The Green Bean was a very important part of the IE and Y bond. I am very, very sad to see it go.

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