By the time I made my way to Ft. Worth, I had gone over 24 hours without an even decent cup of coffee. The only options available to me consisted of small town shops who think it's okay to use Folger's out of a can and gas stations that don't brew fresh coffee for what seems like decades. So by the time I hit up Avoca, it was like a mirage in the desert. It was only a quick stop, but a much needed and fantastic experience!
I walked in and immediately felt comfortable. Grunge-era music from the band, Hole, was filling the space at a pretty raucous volume, but not an eardrum bleeding volume. People could still have conversations. The place was packed. There wasn't an available seat inside, but luckily the outside temperature was heavenly and a couple at a picnic table was willing to share their space. Turns out this couple was on a first date. I am the master of awkward.
The inside gave a very 90s coffee shop feel, from the murals painted on the walls inside to the guy playing his acoustic guitar outside. As for the coffee itself, it is far more modern day. Avoca takes their coffee seriously. They roast their own beans in the warehouse space connected to the cafe. Their roaster, Gerald LaRue, is enthusiastic about his beans and that comes through in the final product.
I ordered a cappuccino and my brother ordered a house coffee. They make their house coffee using a large press pot so it is fresh and full-bodied. The cappuccino was velvety and was wonderfully sweet. Almost as sweet as the staff themselves (everyone say "awwww"). I am being honest though. Everyone was very warm and welcoming and their production roaster, Seth, was more than happy to show me around the warehouse. From the energy behind the bar to the care that goes into the roast, Avoca has the atmosphere and quality most of us are looking for in a coffee shop.
My stay was short, but the experience was good enough that I will return when I find myself in Ft. Worth again.