Philz currently offers 16 different blends of coffee beans, complete with tasting notes. Here’s the twist: Philz doesn’t serve macchiatos or lattes, and there are no flavored syrups or caramel drizzles or chocolate sauces behind the counter. Philz further distinguishes itself with its extensive menu of coffee selections. Big, low-quality, pre-brewed, warmed-over coffee would horrify any Philz employee (or devoted customer)! Philz baristas brew each customer’s “cup of love” individually using the pour-over technique. From their ethical business practices to the quality of the drinks themselves, Philz does it right. They are actively involved in the Sustainable Coffee Challenge, a global initiative to make coffee the first sustainable commodity, and have donated over $500,000 to Food 4 Farmers. ’25įirst, sustainability and environmentalism is important to me, and Philz is committed to supporting both the future of the coffee industry as well as coffee farming communities by responsibly sourcing their coffee. Coffee is coffee, right? Although I do admit that any and all coffee can make me feel better 100% of the time, there’s something really special about Philz Coffee.
Most of you reading me rave on about Philz are a little confused as to why I’m writing an article about it, and may be concerned about my mental health. The strong, smooth flavor of coffee paired with the perfection of not-too-sweet cream, nutmeg, cinnamon, and clove spices convinced me that Philz is, in fact, the best coffee ever. My first Philz was an iced Gingersnap, and I was hooked instantly. My mom, who had been fiending for more Philz since the Girl Scout meeting, pounced on the chance to kill the 90 minutes of practice time by visiting, in her words, “The Promised Land of Coffee,” and I was along for the ride. My brother had just started a new season of baseball, and his practice field was only a few short blocks from Philz. My mom loved the coffee so much that she forgot all about the Girl Scout drama she just raved on and on about Philz, claiming to have found “coffee nirvana.” I get my love for coffee from her- she’s always falling in love with a new bag of beans– but I figured Philz was just one of her passing fancies, a flavor of the month. Another mom took pity on her (but, apparently, not enough pity to stay to help) and brought her a cup of Philz’ “ Jacob’s Wonderbar ” to ease the pain.
A few weeks previously, my mom got stuck supervising my Girl Scout troop’s holiday gingerbread house decorating party all by herself.
I first experienced the magic of Philz coffee in early 2018. It was love at first sip and it’s been a fairytale romance ever since.
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