Not Just another Drop in the Bucket

Do you want to drink Heaven? What about the Bees Knees latte? Dapper Dan? If you try any one of these lattes from the Black Drop café in downtown Bellingham Washington you won’t be disappointed. In fact they will have you coming back over and over again. The Black Drop Sits on a relaxed corner of W Champion St and Grant in the bottom of a large brick building. A metal sculpture of a man sits by the door awaiting customers holding a chalk board with some frilly writing on it describing the newest coffee creation. The Large windows peer into a warm somewhat dim café in a very inviting manner. The words “The Black Drop” are scrolled in creamy cursive writing across the Windows alluding to the one of a kind coffee that awaits you inside.

This shop is perfect for anybody, from the elderly to college students, such as myself looking for a place to work on homework or just to scribble on a napkin as you sip your coffee in a daydream. I had to search through all the generic Woods coffees and Starbucks in Bellingham before I found this place, and it was worth it. The baristas are usually fast on their feet and can run through what every specialty drink tastes like as if it’s her deep rooted, prideful family tree. Their plethora of signature flavors are amazing and very diverse, giving you options you would find nowhere else but The Black Drop. I ordered the Dapper Dan sarsparilla latte while having an amazing quick conversation with the barista John about the events they have been planning. I sat down to dig into my homework and throughout a few hours I watched customer after customer have a good conversation with John and walk away from the counter smiling. I couldn’t help but feel even more at home as the time went on.

The coffee shop has a trippy almost hipster aura to it when you walk in. The two tone dark red and blue paint is nice with a tasteful gold trim is surprisingly easy on the eyes. covering the walls are many art pieces from a series done by a local artist. Granted I wouldn’t pay the $60 price tag, they did enough to keep my eyes busy for a moment as my mind wandered from my school work.

The table I chose sits right next to a massive space heater which gave a fantastic aesthetic but it kept me a bit too toasty. I would have chosen another seat had there been any open. For how small the shop is inside they have a decent amount of tables crammed in but even with all of these seats you’re still lucky to get a table on a busy weekday afternoon. You’re even luckier if you can find another coffee shop with this energy and feel.

The customers are a mix of diverse people, from coffee lovers to artists. It’s not uncommon to see a few groups of people deep in their own drawings. An older couple sat at the table in front of mine, not a word was said between the two as they both sipped their coffee and drew. Another table was filled with a group of five early 20 year olds all drawing something abstract, talking and laughing intermingled in their stokes of graphite. A few couples scattered the tables talking to one another with loving eyes. Other people sat on computers or with a book in front of them, plugged into their headphones. I have definitely played my fair share of board games in there as well.

Overall the vibe of this locally owned shop is very relaxed and easygoing. It is a place to hang out with friends and loved ones all while enjoying a unique drink. You can tell this shop has grown to have its own personality and amazing coffee unlike most of the large chains such as Starbucks or the Woods Coffee just a block down the street. It is because of the owners who are working away behind the counter. Yes, the three baristas grinding beans and pouring your coffee are the owners. It’s quite mesmerizing when you think about the everyday work they put into the shop and how passionate they are about it. Everybody has a local coffee shop, and I assume if you’re a liberal twenty something year old you would prefer a friendly face, good coffee, and a relaxing place that only a local shop can provide. Especially knowing your minimal hard earned money isn’t going to a massive corporation of shitty coffee but to the person who crafted the drink and atmosphere right in front of you.

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