Camp 4 Coffee — Restaurant in Crested Butte

Camp4 is so classic that a lot of folks almost consider it a destination point on your CB visit. The building is made of old, recycled license plates and mirrors the license plate Vacation Rental next door. It is extremely tiny inside, often causing a line to continue outside into their seating area. It is common to see a line in the mornings from this Crested Butte staple. Something new-ish that I have seen is they have drip coffee in an outdoor stand so you can skip the line, grab a cup and drop cash and dash. For those sunny, chill days, you can't find a more happening place to people watch from their adirondack chairs. They offer traditional drip, espresso drinks and some tea and chai. They also offer some breakfast burritos and pastries for when you need to grab a quick bite. I don't often eat here, and I also tend to avoid the long lines during busy tourist season. However, I do purchase their coffee beans that they roast themselves and often ask them to grind for me, to avoid the extra work at home. Their coffee makes great gifts that folks always appreciate, and during the off-season, they often have a promotion that is worth checking out and usually includes a complimentary logo'd mug. I have many Camp4 mugs of varying types and they are often my favorite to drink a cup of coffee out of in the morning. Local touch: what I love about this place that truly embodies the Crested Butte community is their coffee board. There are often folks that set up a coffee tab for others, either to say "thank you" or "just because". The list is ever running and always a thoughtful surprise for the recipient. As well, this place is locally run by the nicest locals, so also it's great to support a great family...

On google maps, I noticed that I only had one thing starred. It was this coffee shop under the title "mom and papas ,favorite coffee shop." The grammatical error I believe was a typo, and an attempt to include an apostrophe between 'papa' and 's'. While I was young when I visited this coffee shop, I do distinctly remember going. I remember thinking the license plates on the wall were so cool, and the cluttered vibe of the place. I remember sitting on a metal chair and watching a whippet on a leash shake while it's owner ordered coffee. I remember trying chai tea for the first time here. For a long time, I didn't remember the name of the coffee shop, or even the location. I could just recall the feeling of being in that place at that time. Until I stumbled upon the star on google maps. Maybe a smaller version of myself knew that I would forget the name, and location. Maybe I had the existential realization that childhoods are so easily forgotten, its effects echoed time and time again through the actions of adulthood. I think it says something that I chose to bookmark this particular place. For it represents the uniting ability of caffeine, and the magic of a community...

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