Java House Karen

by Karim Kara
(Nairobi, Kenya)

I love coffee. We all love coffee. Whether we can wrap our heads around the ridiculous prices for a 375gm bag of Kenyan coffee in Kenya for Kenyans, or not, we love this beverage and would rather not buy bread and toothpaste, and get a bag of good coffee (at least I do. my dental artwork is testament to my addiction).
So when you are sat at a self acclaimed cafe that pours piss in cups from fancy Italian machines, or humble places that charge 3 times the price per bag of non export quality coffee, at the end of the day, you want crema, aroma, body, texture, flavor and a buzz!!!
And for that, I highly recommend Java House.
And I have to insist on Java House, Karen.
Not just because I have bonded with the staff there and we know one another by first names.
Not just because we are all beyond hand shakes and passive head bobs as acknowledgement of existence.
Not just because it is literally the ONLY eatery/ coffee house to date that let me park my bicycle after a long ride in their lovely outdoor eating space.
No!
It is because the Barista, the staff, the food quality beyond all other Javas are in the right business with the right attitude.
They are smiling, helpful, understanding and dang good at perfect bean/ grind/ tap/ lock/ pump/ and serve skills.
My Americanos are always brewed to perfection at this Java House.
And should my post-Sunday bike ride - Chicken Quesadilla - mistakenly fall short of cheese, I know I can ask them to look in to it and it will come back with every tortilla looking dressed to perfection with glistening gooey melty cheese.
Yes, thats my Sunday routine. You are all welcome to join. You must own a bike. And know how to ride one. And be able to ride long enough to justify their Chicken Quesadillas.
See you all on Sunday at Java House Karen.
Or not, more for me.
But this is not about my social life. This is about Java House Karen.
Go there You Must!