Foxtail Coffee (SoDo North)
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Make sure you turn onto the right street, otherwise enjoy the teacup ride in your car. When you do park next to a palm tree and head inside, you get the spaciousness that is almost a hallmark of Foxtail’s “farmhouse” feel. The soil-stained bike frame, with its ajar tire and rusted handlebars, along with stools either pushed in over floor-running pipes or fully framed with repurposed steel pulleys reinforce the auto-garage size and feel. There are less pointed elements. The Christmas soundtrack was working for its residency, from “Christmasland” by Tony Bennett (RIP) to Frank Sinatra’s “Mistletoe and Holly.” Of course, this music wouldn’t be a year-round character, but the decision to air it and the ease of catching each tune means that someone chooses the playlist (to match the time of year and not the barn garage moment) and music is meant to be a part of the moment, not fully engulfed by the background. And a block-letter “FOXTAIL” decal stuck on the ordering counter’s white tile back splash, rotated 90 degrees, along with less harmonious chairs and tables in the room’s center ensure that theme isn’t simply an overplayed hand. The shelving behind the counter, speckled with home goods store galore, but what stuck out to me were the pride flags that lightly jostled with each draft. It’s not everyday that plaid and bronze pans brings out the colors of lgbtqia+, genderfluid, and lesbian pride. And, with space to stretch out and a peaceful place to play—how do YOU think a giraffe would wear a tie?—it doesn’t seek to be singular, but there’s something considerable about this rustic vivarium.
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Drink: French Press - Single Origins - Honduras
I got the choice of whether I wanted to take this coffee in a mug. My suspicion is that the alternative was a take-away cup, so I went for it. Can always change later. The mug is enormous, definitely 16 oz. or more, and this makes it gratifying to hold. But, its mass is all white, giving the sanitary feeling of a space suit—so much white with a brownish-black break in its bulk. I’ve been reading a lot about the importance of coffee cups lately, and I think it shows...anyways, the coffee itself was made by an unidentifiable, all metal French press (I checked with the barista, and we both laughed at not being able to find the brand name), and it tasted flat. Don’t get me wrong, it tasted like coffee. However, all of the flavors I was expecting—stone fruit like cherries and notes of chocolate—all tasted submerged. I decided to look at the notes of this medium roast coffee: dark chocolate, almond, cherry. THERE was the toasted flavor and the clarified mouthfeel: almond and dark chocolate. It certainly isn’t unpleasant, but you won’t be chugging it down. It’s a coffee-drinking experience that feels like your tongue sinking its toes into the sand...don’t even try to ask me what that means.
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Food: N/A*
*They do serve Shaka Donuts though. You might not be able to resist. I was *pretends to pinch something very tiny with fingers* this close.
Price: Pour Over=$5.27
Hours: Everyday {6–18}
Extra Notes:
A lot of the plugs, at least 2/4 sets of the along the west wall, do not work. The one closest to the door does though. If you need to be plugged in, narrow down your search to these outlets.