fiftycoffeeshops: #47: Forza Coffee

My mom came to visit me over the weekend, so I took her with me to my kickboxing class on a Saturday morning and to Forza, coffeehouse number 47. We drove to Forza in Green Lake to meet Kristy there. We found a place to park pretty easily, although my mom was driving and I now know where I got my inability to parallel park. (Sorry mom, but we both know it's true). We parked right next to a hot yoga studio, and let me tell you, based on their clientele alone, I may need to take up hot yoga. My mom put it best when she said, "Wow, that really is... hot yoga." (I guess parallel parking isn't the only trait I inherited from her; we can now add 'penchant for objectification' to that list).

We got to Forza and Kristy was waiting for us. The place is huge, and reminded me a lot of the decor of Woods Coffee (a small, local coffee chain in the Bellingham/Whatcom area). It has a great view of Green Lake (~~read: a great view of the attractive men running around the lake~~), lots of sitting space, big, wooden tables, and an open, inviting ambiance. There were families, runners, college students working on papers and looking miserable; a diverse mix of people. It seemed very friendly and neighborhood-y in the sense that perhaps the baristas know your order and may ask you how your dog is doing.

The coffee was great. They have pretty standard prices; $3.75 for a 16 ounce nonfat latte. The foam was so smooth, which I love, and the flavor of the espresso wasn't too overpowering. I expected nothing less, as Kristy and I have visited the Forza in Seattle Center several times (most notably before meeting Watsky at Bumbershoot. Check him out here. I will continue to shamelessly plug Watsky at any opportunity. Sorry not sorry).

Kristy, my mom and I spent the next twenty minutes conversing, peppered with bouts of appreciating the athletes at the lake. We took off after waiting for my mom to finish stacking our cups, not unlike a toddler.