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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Coffee</strong> <strong>Philosophy</strong><br />
Written by Dee Lestari<br />
Translated by Kadek Krishna Adidharma<br />
<strong>Coffee</strong>. C-o-f-f-e-e.<br />
Over a thousand times I spelled the word while staring at the black powder.<br />
Thinking of its charm, to bring such a being to rapture: Ben. B-e-n.<br />
Ben trotted around the globe, seeking out correspondents everywhere to find<br />
the best coffee of every country. He consulted the expert baristas of Rome, Paris,<br />
Amsterdam, London, New York, and even Moscow.<br />
Ben, with his limited linguistic capabilities, begged for permission to go into<br />
kitchens, to slip into cafés, to scrape and scrounge for the secret of brewing coffee<br />
from world-class baristas to know the best compositions for making café latte,<br />
cappuccino, espresso, Russian coffee, Irish coffee, macchiato, and so many others.<br />
Until the time came for Ben to open his own coffee shop. A coffee house of his ideals.<br />
A year ago, I officially became his business partner. On a foundation of<br />
mutual trust among friends and speculative bravado, I gave up all my savings for<br />
shares in his business. Besides investing in the form of cash and knowledge of<br />
administration, I didn’t know jack shit about coffee. That was Ben’s investment<br />
entirely.<br />
Now, you could say that Ben is one of the top baristas of Jakarta. He enjoyed<br />
every second of his carrier. At our café, Ben never worked in a hidden corner, but<br />
occupied a bar at the center so visitors could watch him in action making coffee. With<br />
the wide selection of coffee we had, our customers were mostly true coffee<br />
connoisseurs who never ceased to admire our list. <strong>The</strong>ir admiration was born out of<br />
deep knowledge.<br />
<strong>The</strong> floor and some of the walls of our shop were made from reddish Merbau<br />
wood with rough textured veins, coffee posters of people in various poses along the<br />
wall tidily framed under protective glass in wooden borders. At the pinnacle, a large<br />
glass window, with the name of our coffee shop in painted letters that would remind<br />
you of a Dutch-era barber’s shop:<br />
BEN & JODY’S<br />
KOFFIE HAUS<br />
Jody. J-o-d-y. You would find him in a less exciting place, behind the cashier<br />
machine or in the corner with a calculator. Yes, that would be me. While over there,<br />
in the center of our orbit, Ben chatted incessantly, his two hands dancing with the<br />
machine, rows of large cans, shakers, cups, mugs, and every kind of equipment on that<br />
long table.<br />
Our place was simple compared to other cafés in Jakarta. But here, every inch<br />
was prepared with intensity. Ben chose every chair and table – all of them were<br />
different – and tested them one by one, at least a quarter of an hour for each item. He
tried it while sipping coffee, and sensed with his instinct, whether the furniture had<br />
enough ‘soul’ suitable with the experience of drinking coffee. Just like the mugs, cups,<br />
bush kettle, pots, and the other paraphernalia. Not one item escaped Ben’s initial<br />
compatibility test. With him as the center, surrounded by all of them, sitting in a tight<br />
array of various chair-and-table arrangements, I felt like I was watching a private<br />
grand gathering. A coffee party, small and cozy, with Ben as host.<br />
But what really made our place special was the coffee experience Ben had<br />
created. He didn’t simply brew or taste, he also contemplated on the coffee he made.<br />
Ben drew meaning, made analogies, thus creating a philosophy for every kind of<br />
brew.<br />
“That’s what makes me love this drink so much. <strong>Coffee</strong> has character.” I hear<br />
faintly Ben speaking to one of the female customers sitting at the bar.<br />
“Like this choice of yours, cappuccino. This is for someone who appreciates<br />
gentleness as well as beauty.” Ben smiles while proffering a cup. “Do you know, this<br />
cappuccino is the most playful coffee?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> woman giggles.<br />
“Different to a café latte, although they look similar. Cappuccino needs a high<br />
standard of appearance. <strong>The</strong>y mustn’t look common. If you can, make it as beautiful<br />
as possible.”<br />
“Oh, really?”<br />
“A true cappuccino connoisseur would observe the appearance of what is<br />
served in his cup before tasting. If at first glance it’s already a mess, without a clear<br />
concept, they might even refuse to take a sip.” While explaining, Ben’s expert hands<br />
form the cappuccino foam floating upon the cup to the shape of a delectable heart.<br />
“How about kopi tubruk?” Someone asks of an Indonesian favorite, literally<br />
“coffee crash” for the simple way it’s made, pouring hot water over coffee powder.<br />
“Innocent, simple, but really alluring if you get to know it closer,” answers Ben<br />
rapidly. “Kopi tubruk doesn’t care about appearances; it’s rough, very fast to make. As if<br />
not requiring any skill. But, just wait until you smell its aroma.” Like a circus<br />
performer Ben proffers a cup of kopi tubruk. “Please, it’s on the house.”<br />
Astonished, he receives the cup from Ben, ready to sip.<br />
“Wait!” Ben holds him back. “<strong>The</strong> greatness of kopi tubruk is found in the<br />
temperature, pressure, and exact stages of making it. All of it would be meaningless if<br />
you miss its true objective: aroma. Try inhaling the aroma first. This special coffee<br />
grew at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> man’s nostrils widen, inhaling deep the vapors rising from his cup. <strong>The</strong><br />
eyes seem to shine satisfaction.<br />
Seeing his reaction, Ben nods the same satisfaction. A blink later he has<br />
shifted, chatting with another customer, with the same enthusiasm and attention.<br />
When the café closes and all have gone home, it’s just us chatting in one of the<br />
corners. Our only chance to finally enjoy a cup of coffee.<br />
“It sure doesn’t feel like it, but we’ve had this café for over a year.” My eyes<br />
follow the turning cinnamon stick, my daydreams sucked into the whirling coffee in<br />
my own cup.
“So many people have come and gone.” Ben’s tone suddenly rises, as if<br />
something stung him. “And you know my conclusion?”<br />
“We’re going to be rich?”<br />
“That’s not certain. What certain is, all characters and meanings of life can be<br />
found here.”<br />
“In this drinks list?” I pointed to the thin booklet lying on the table.<br />
Ben nods without hesitation.<br />
“How can you condense infinity to a drinks list?” I looked at him, amused,<br />
“Oh, Ben.”<br />
“Oh, Jody.” He also shakes his head. “This book is a living book, a list that will<br />
always grow. As long as there is such a thing as coffee bean, people will find<br />
themselves here.” Ben points at the list of coffee brews right in front of my nose.<br />
His face is aflame with a flush of seething heat. Ben finds a new idea. I wonder<br />
if he is going to build an altar of coffee beans, because it’s just a matter of time, it<br />
seems.<br />
***<br />
After our conversation that night, Ben has accomplished many breakthroughs.<br />
In the drinks list, now there is a short description about the philosophy behind<br />
each brew. <strong>The</strong> culmination was his changing the name of our shop to:<br />
THE COFFEE PHILOSOPHY<br />
Find Your True Self Here<br />
<strong>The</strong> name of our shop and its slogan became very popular. I observed more<br />
people stopping, reading, then with a face withholding curiosity they enter, worried as<br />
well as in half-hope, like entering a fortune teller’s tent. And without needing a crystal<br />
ball, our daily takings took off.<br />
Now, not only the coffee maniacs come, even those who don’t like coffee at all<br />
walk in. Those in this final category are ones dragged in by curiosity to finally be<br />
obliged to drink coffee for the sake of satisfying it. <strong>The</strong>re are also philosophy-crazy<br />
groups, who enjoy their discussions with Ben over the coffee they order, in the end<br />
becoming regulars as well.<br />
His innovation doesn’t stop there. Ben also made small cards to distribute to<br />
every customer after their visit. On the card is written: THE COFFEE YOU HAD<br />
TODAY WAS: … along with its philosophy. <strong>The</strong>y slip it into their pocket, bag, wallet,<br />
as their good luck charm donating hope to their day. Sometimes I would hear them<br />
call the café with their own endearments, nick names like Co-Phile, Soff-Fee, Feelo,<br />
CP, et cetera.
All Ben’s breakthroughs reinforce the magnet of our café: his presence as a<br />
little philosopher, a friend to talk to. Our café isn’t simply a transit lounge; it also<br />
becomes part of their personal lives, like a companion.<br />
And what I thought was extraordinary was in fact nothing yet.<br />
***