Finding Godshots in unsuspecting places.
First, let me say that this is way past due. I think I went to Solder & Sons back in June or July, and these pictures have just been hibernating on my computer for the past 5 months.
I don’t really know what made me come in here in the first place. I just happen to notice it one night en route to dinner nearby.
Maybe it was the small town charm the place gave off from the street. Maybe it was because the space doubled as a used book store, and even though I don’t usually get around to reading them, I do really enjoy books.
Regardless, I didn’t enter in because I thought the coffee was going to be great. I wasn’t expecting much at all to be honest.
My giant wall of skepticism wasn’t even dented one bit when I saw the bar set up.
In the midst of silently debating with myself whether I should even order anything, I just ordered an espresso. I could easily have just browsed through some books and avoided the whole ordeal of having to put on my poker face while sipping a poor shot, but I did otherwise.
I even had to run back down the street to my car and scrounge up every single dime and nickle I could find lying around my car as they didn’t take debit and I had no cash. He said he’d start it in the mean time.
I returned back with the money just in time to see the barista cutting the shot.
It looked long.
I took a sip, expecting the worst.
Boom. The curtains ripped. Lights shone. Trumpets sounded.
It was so impossibly good.
Here I was, in the heart of Vancouver’s Eastside, being humbled by the ever allusive Godshot.
Without a doubt one of the best espressos I have ever had, and certainly one of my most memorable coffee experiences. Can you believe it?
A Godshot can’t be dialed in or planned – they just happen. I don’t think you can exactly describe it, but you know when you’ve had one. If most coffee drinkers are like me, they have a very small handful of espressos that they can always refer back to, ones that set the bar for what a shot can be. This was one of them.
Turns out it was 49th’s epic espresso (at the time a blend of Brazil, El Salvador, and Ethiopia), and boy did it live up to it’s name that day.
I still haven’t been back since, but I will eventually. Part of me wants to just leave it alone so as to keep it sort of sacred, but that wouldn’t really be fair. Either way – they have lots going on as they also serve french press coffee and have plenty of books and audio to fulfill all your leisurely desires.
If Vancouver is your hometown, it’s located at 247 Main St. (just off the corner of Main and W. Cordova.).
If Vancouver isn’t your hometown, that’s still where it is.