Okay coffee lovers…if you were in the know and read our blog post last Tuesday, then you would know that we extended out invitations for guest bloggers. The post “Contribute to Our Blog – Rooster and Moon is Listening”, raised the call for you to be a guest blogger. You can expand this opportunity to share about your local business, the Denver-based company you work for, or just plain out to try your hand at writing and sharing with us about why you love us and Denver. Heck…if you don’t write, just sit down with us and let us know what to write for you. We promise to get your story straight.
With that in mind, we’d like to introduce one of our first guest bloggers. She’s actually been the author behind our Rooster and Moon blog posts over the past couple of months and is here to chat us up about one of her favorite Rooster and Moon related topics…
Welcome to the blog, Amalia Maloney!
When I think of Rooster and Moon Coffee Pub, the first thing to come to my mind is the staff. I could relate it to having roommates or maybe very close neighbors…you see, I work remotely for myself, so I tend to work from Rooster and Moon on a pretty frequent basis. Okay, I confess…it’s probably on a daily basis. This means I get to interact with them a lot and in a different kind of way than say roommates. Imagine this…arriving at the coffee pub round 6:30am and after a series of business meetings with potential clients, meetings with clients, and in between that writing and creating social media strategies, not leaving the place till 7pm. And I’ll admit that there were nights when I left even later.
Whether it’s been for work or personal, short or long hours, I’ve always felt at home there because of the people behind the scenes. Or in this case, behind the counter. As I depart this week to live and work from Europe and Israel for six months, it has impressed upon my mind that those who make up Rooster and Moon Coffee Pub will be in my thoughts as I travel. Who else would have befriended me while also providing me so kindly and consistently with coffee and food as I made myself at home in their space? Sort of like the old show “Cheers”…you know, that place in your life where everybody knows your name. If you’re not getting this, catch up by reading an earlier personal blog post I wrote about them this past fall: “Community Coffee Pub – My Second Living Room”.
It comes down to having a local place of community that stays open later (thus being a coffee pub) and at the same time serves amazingly delicious fresh food and fantastic delicious drinks, including a full bar. And most importantly, coffee that is the best in town for its quality and taste. And how does this circle back around to the staff? Easy. None of them have an attitude of entitlement. Big word, I know…it means they don’t make you feel like you being there is a bother or inconvenience to them. Instead, you feel at home. They introduce themselves and genuinely ask how your day is going. Then on top of that, they remember your favorite drink and how you like to order it, once you become a regular. Which, by the way, is not a formula they bother with because whether you’re a regular or not doesn’t matter. It just comes down to everyone being treated great by them.
So with that in mind, I want to thank each of them. I know everyone hypes up Italian coffee to be such an experience and French cuisine to be so extraordinary…yet, it ultimately comes down to the people and the experience you have with them as well as with the food and drink. At least that’s what I’ve come to believe. In the midst of sipping on cafesitos and espressos, I’ll be sending my thanks and well wishes to Jamie for her kind conversation and the way she dances with the espresso machine in the early mornings – fly on that classic blue, vintage Hercules cruiser for me while I’m gone! Having my coffee brought to me and hearing of taking one’s precious little girl to school will cause me to miss Emily sweetly asking me how I am and discussing with me about the health benefits of honey and how much we both love the stuff (and yes, honey is good in your coffee…better than sugar, that’s for sure!). I’ll dearly miss chatting it up with Nicole and Jessica as they check in on me to see that I’m being kept properly caffeinated and fed. And what other coffee pub employee is going to be as stylish as Megan with her fantastic outfits and jewelry she got for a great deal? Not to mention her witty disposition and big teddy-bear-of-a-dog Samantha. This would be the gorgeous, cuddly white furry beast that makes the front patio her home on most days, also known as Sam. Ali won’t be there to snap me out of my work-comatose with her sweet conversation and a glass of water to hydrate me.
I don’t think I’ll laugh quite as much without Brian bopping out from the kitchen to say hello in the midst of creating amazing dishes in the back. When I can’t decide on what I want, the Italian baristas won’t be as patient with me as Dwight and Nate are (although I imagine they will be freaking handsome and sexy! Not that you aren’t, boys, but you’re already taken by amazing women). Then leave it to me to be leaving just as Rooster and Moon gets a great new awesome addition…Jonathan makes me think of a rasta-version of my younger brother, with one of the sweetest dispositions and a personality and approach to life that is wonderfully chill. Big sigh…and in the early afternoons, who will saddle up to the bar with a bandana round his head and ask me “What time is it?” – to which he’s trained me to reply, “It’s whiskey time!” followed by Bird taking a shot of Jameson and me sipping it down neat. Oh Bird! I’m going to start a whole new movement on our behalf to get the baristas in Europe hooked on this tradition. Just wait and see! Whenever I get to sit next to a beautiful young woman tranquilly reading a classic book, I’ll think of Bird’s wife, Stephanie, and how it would be wonderful to be catching up with her at the bar.
And finally, to wrap it all up from beginning to end, I will sincerely miss Bode – from seeing him hug and kiss on Jamie, his amazing wife, to befriending all who come in the door, to asking how we’re each doing and creating delicious party-in-your-mouth cocktails that he indulges me with by naming after me (well, at least in the moment that I’m savoring them).
Thank you to each of you and know that I’ll be thinking of you and missing you while experiencing other parts of the world. Ultimately, I look forward to seeing you when I return.