If Zorro made coffee, and worked in London, was Irish and had a pigeon-like command of the Spanish language, his name would be James.
James' childhood in the backstreets of Dublin was bereft of anything you might reasonably recognise as coffee. At best the muddy brown water heated and served over the counter at the local greasy spoon could be said to be a mediocre caffeine delivery solution.
Despite this impoverished background, he has been brought to the very bosom of the Flying Burrito family. Not content with merely serving the best coffee known to man, he has personally spent the last 3 years planting, caring for, loving and coaxing our triple certified 100% Arabica coffee beans into the world. Not content with one continent, he used the best Ethiopian, Peruvian and Honduran plantations. Despite not being able to pronounce his 'T H's properly, he's also a sensitive soul and the coffee is also Fairtrade, Organic and Rain forest Alliance Certified.
James will be here for the next two months. He's identifiable by a slight mullet which comes from too many years hanging out in a South American country.
