Bibo

While in high school I worked at a coffee shop named "Bibo." It was a locally owned shop run by two 26 year old guys and one of their moms. I loved it. It was by far the best job I have ever had. We knew every customers name, drink and dogs name. We baby sat for them, house sat when they were out of town and special ordered pastries when we knew they had family coming to visit.


One of the girls that I worked there with is still one of my best friends in the world. We don't see each other often (she is in law school in LA, smarty pants) but when we do get together we pick right up where we left off. A part of me thinks I loved Bibo so much because of her. Whitney is going to be at the bachelorette party and wedding and I can't wait to drink a few too many cocktails with her and celebrate love!

Jersey party? Who knows.

We would always laugh when customers would come in and order coffee like they were at Starbucks. I never really minded, but it was funny to see other baristas get so angry about the "box store" coffee shop lingo.  "I am sorry, you want a tall venti mocha? We don't have that here, only small, medium and large!" 

One of my lifetime goals is to open a coffee shop. I don't know where but I do have a business plan in place and ready to go. Who knows when this will happen but the sooner the better is sounding REALLY good these days.