Peet's was not, in fact, a hangout for Berzerkeley radicals or students or whatever 1969 fantasy that may occur to you. It was simply a place, known to a few coffee addicts, to get a great cup of coffee. Al Peet was a somewhat taciturn perfectionist who seemed satisfied with nothing more than turning out the best cup of coffee on the West Coast. He hardly ever smiled- never knew his customers- and simply did his thing. And his thing was the stuff of greatness- perfect coffee- just as the cheese shop next door sold a perfect gruyere.
Alice Waters, Ca. 1970, who lived around the corner, loved Peets.
Is Peet's of 1970 still Peet's in 2008? Good coffee, not great- but yet among the best.
From “The Unguided Missal” by Arthur Afterburn, Berkeley, CA, 1968, page 162
“All Myths originate in three places: barrooms, barbershops and brothels. And this has been so since the times of Jesus (himself a product of a Judean brothel.) So I say listen to the sage advice of Saint Thomas Aquinas, “Beware of the person of one book,’” and further to the words of the brave and famous General Striker: "Smoke em if ya got em."
At ease, now, men.
Peet's was not, in fact, a hangout for Berzerkeley radicals or students or whatever 1969 fantasy that may occur to you. It was simply a place, known to a few coffee addicts, to get a great cup of coffee. Al Peet was a somewhat taciturn perfectionist who seemed satisfied with nothing more than turning out the best cup of coffee on the West Coast. He hardly ever smiled- never knew his customers- and simply did his thing. And his thing was the stuff of greatness- perfect coffee- just as the cheese shop next door sold a perfect gruyere.
Alice Waters, Ca. 1970, who lived around the corner, loved Peets.
Is Peet's of 1970 still Peet's in 2008? Good coffee, not great- but yet among the best.