So it seems that I have had the pleasure of surviving another winter here in Connecticut. It’s been a mild one, but still filled with all of the things that keep you on your couch ordering dinner delivery from GrubHub rather than exploring downtown.
To save money, calories and forced coworker socialization, I go to the gym during my lunch break nearly religiously. There’s really nothing about my routine that I vary, but I love just zoning out, blasting music and getting my body moving prior to the final 4-hour push in the cubicle. On this particular day in April, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping in a way you’d only notice at the end of winter. By May, it would already be something you would take for granted – the past winter a terrorist who had faded in your mind.
On a whim, my coworker – an artisanal coffee enthusiast asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and I figured “routine be damned”. I’m hoping for at least a good 80 years on this planet and I can’t imagine that I will get too many like this one. He’d mentioned to me the coffee at Lorca a few times, so it made sense to make that the destination to finally see what it was all about.
Truth be told, four years of culinary classes as a part of my undergrad degree yet somehow, I am a K-Cup, Keurig girl. Unless it’s a latte, I prefer the mildness of Dunkin’ rather than Starbucks and I equate it to a cigar smoking virgin lighting up their first one, a Cuban. Caffeine is continually flowing through my veins, but it’s always that mild and cheap shit. My mind was open and over to Lorca we went.
Walking into the place, I was blown away by how small it was. There are a few tables inside and just two outside but there was a tremendous amount of staff behind the counter. I am on a huge Matcha Latte kick lately and for those of you who don’t know, it’s matcha powder mixed with hot water to create a green tea, combined with steamed (almond – for me) milk.
Lorca only serves up one size drinks and as a fan of a XXL if I can get it, I was a little bit bummed. The staff was the cool hipster types that met my expectations and the latte art was as good looking as a girl can hope for. The real entertainment was watching the baristas make the pour over coffee, which people were ordering up faster than they could make. I’ve never had this, but it was explained to me that there are many ways in the process to change the strength and taste of the coffee so someday when I am hungover maybe. As a note, they have a second location in Cos Cob and a small menu of lunch selections, which I did not try.
I really wanted to love this place, but the latte was the sweetest matcha latte that I have ever had. My first sip was at the point of being unpleasant, as somebody who doesn’t drink any sweetened drinks when it can be avoided. If I wanted a hot and drinkable dessert and I couldn’t find a hot chocolate, I would order this. That said, I suspect they just use a really sweet almond milk and that other orders may be better. My accomplice in this Lorca mission got an alfajor cookie and even though he really likes Lorca, he said “Probably not worth the sugar”.
Lorca Coffee Bar
125 Bedford St, Stamford, CT 06901