Ritual Roasters Café, San Francisco California.
All the coffee was French press. They used to make it so thick and delicious that when you were finished there would be a film of grounds stuck to the bottom of your cup. But for a dollar fifty, you could sit and get wired and just work…work…work. Triggit started amid the ardor of those tables, Zach took me there to work the day I moved to San Francisco, and Ryan was met, befriended, and recruited from those days (although let it be noted he never actually enjoyed working there…). Roasters was Triggit’s coffee shop. These days they take away the power sockets on the weekend so people don’t nest for to long, and the coffee has gone the wrong direction (they are attempting to master the art of roasting), but when you walk in the door, Ritual Roasters Café still emotes raw, vibrant, energy. It was wonderful to be able to move into our own offices, but Roasters provided many a great day to Triggit. Its great to see them getting some loving from the New York Times, they have created an amazing atmosphere, and really are kickin ass.
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