Our story
2019 — today
Saltmarsh began when Mara and Tomás dragged a beaten-up drum roaster into a garage two streets from the water. The coffee was good enough that people kept knocking. Five years later we have a proper counter, a bake bench, and the same stubborn belief: do a few things slowly and do them well.
Direct-trade beans, named farms, fair prices both ends. Compostable everything. And a standing rule that nobody gets rushed out of their seat.
The people
Runs the roast log like a ship's captain. Will talk altitude and varietal until close.
In before sunrise, flour to the elbows. The cardamom buns are his fault.
Latte art good enough to feel bad about drinking. Knows your order by week two.