A morning by the lake, one cup at a time
Mist on the water, grass still wet, and the first pour of the day. This is why we opened by the lake.
The highlands wake up slowly. By the time the kitchen lights flick on, the lake is still wrapped in mist and the pampas grass is heavy with dew. We grind the first batch in the quiet, before the deck fills up — partly out of routine, mostly because the early light makes everything taste better.
Our beans come from farms just up the road, roasted in small rotations so nothing sits long. The signature strawberry latte that everyone photographs against the grass? It started as a staff experiment on a slow afternoon. Now it is the reason a lot of people make the drive.
If you come early, grab the rail seat on the far end of the deck. Order something cold, let it sweat in the morning sun, and watch the water change colour as the clouds move through. There is no rush here — that is rather the whole point.
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