The Bean Green Coffee Company, best coffee in South Africa

The Way of the Future

Technology. It is the way of the future. Scratch that. It is the present. Except for inside The Bean Green bubble. Here vinyl is king and the roaster is a red tank engine. The most hi-tech piece of machinery is our La Marzocco espresso machine, and that’s the way we like it.

People read the newspaper here and do the crossword and drink coffee. We have to manually flip the record every 20 minutes and source stylus’ from the 1970’s that come in aged plastic casings, but it’s all worth it for the crackle before the music. My dad is still rocking a moustache. We have a cash register that opens and locks but doesn’t print receipts. Our couches have that worn in feeling that only years can affect. It’s a time warp.

Then something started happening.

“Do you have a plug point I can steal some electricity from?”

Technology slid sneakily in the door and it intrigued us. What could they be doing on this little box? They sit transported to another realm with their feet planted firmly in our beans, caffeine fuelling their online adventures. Curiosity got the better of me. Could the Bean Green be part of this world? Could we make the bold steps into new territory; the land of Google, where Twittering whistles through the pages of Facebook. It is scary. We started slow. A counter for people working.

“Do you guys have WiFi here?”

The question lingered. Then I made a decision. I got it into my head that I had to have a box of my very own. For the business, obviously. But what good is a laptop without the inter-web. So I started to suggest it to my father. It would bring in new business, all our regulars would be grateful. We could respond to emails more efficiently. My dad could check the latest updates on Man City. Everyone wins. It took longer than expected to convince him of all the positive effects. But I wore him down eventually. And the technology was all around us.

“What’s your website address?”

My shame at our lack of web presence grew each time the question fell from the lips of a smart phone-holding, Macbook-wielding cool kid, fingers ready to type us in to their Google machine. Oh the shame! Enough! I thought. This is an unnecessary burden to bear. So I got connected to the team at Hello Square and here we are, all technological and living in the present. It feels good.

Just don’t ask us to get a credit card machine. Some things here will always remain.