If our barista’s not dressed up like a Greek immigrant bartender circa 1915 we always go for the drip coffee.

Nothing says highly skilled like a waxy mustache, sleeve garters, starchy white shirt and vintage pantaloons. So if that’s missing from the equation, we reckon we’ve got a novice behind the espresso machine and need to order accordingly. Vintage Heart’s only been open for a few months but they’ve quietly muscled their way into our normal coffee shop rotation.

The Third Coast beans have a nice jolt and the baristas could not be friendlier. At the end of the day, we’re simple folk and that’s all we want: a quick buzz and a friendly exchange with a stranger.

Austin coffee scene coverage http://www.scrumptiouschef.com/food/Coffee