Forget that quadruple Venti latte you toss back on Monday morning in a vain attempt to kickstart your weekend-weary heart, the coffee you consume with brunch is a drink meant to be enjoyed slowly. From the first waft that greets you at the front door, the quality of the cambro can make or break your eggs-ellent experience.
If done right, you and your new bestie (i.e. your mug) will hopefully engage in a 90 minute, unlimited refill, early afternoon love affair that leads to long conversations and fond memories. Only a poorly poached egg can ruin what should be the most pleasantly languorous meal of the week as fast as a poor pot of house Joe. Fortunately, in Seattle, you can get a local roast with your French toast as fine as any Brioche.
The Brunches: Fonda la Catrina, Smarty Pants. Though not a coffee exclusive to Georgetown, both these joints and Smarty Pants' hash slingin' sibling, Hudson, brew this exquisite elixir. Umbria makes an impression memorable enough to make you forget the fact you paid $3 a cup for it at Fonda.