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Marni Wedin - December 23, 2008

You know that bursting excitement of a new relationship where you’re aglow from head to toe and constantly wondering how uncanny it was that you both had been hovering in each others periphery for the last decade and hadn’t met? That’s exactly how I felt when I found Trees Organic Coffee. Love at first sight. Seriously. And when I learned that Trees Organic Coffee had opened up over ten years ago, I couldn’t understand why the universe had kept us apart so long. Let’s just say, I know a good thing when I see it, and Trees Organic Coffee is a keeper.

Maybe it was the understated, yet warm interior, the perfectly drawn latte, or the scrumptious baked goods that first enticed me. Or maybe it was Trees Organic Coffee’s charming owner, Doron Levy, who caught my eye. It’s hard to say. Both go hand in hand, I think. Levy’s commitment to the finest, fresh ingredients coupled with his fetching, hospitable personality, create a familial atmosphere. Watching Levy interact with all of his patrons was like being at Ma and Pop’s for dinner – no one went unnoticed and no one went home unsatisfied or hungry.

I was starting to think this establishment was too good to be true, that I really was in Kansas. Just to be sure, I clicked my heels to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope, no good witches were present, just the alluring smell of freshly roasted coffee.

Aside from the gregarious personality of Levy, what makes Trees Organic Coffee special is that Levy roasts all of his own coffee. During the evenings when few people are around, the roaster gets fired up and the aroma of coffee beans wafts throughout the neighbourhood. Levy’s very particular about who he allows to roast the beans. The perfect candidate requires a right and left brain aptitude-the perfect match of passion and technical prowess.

Trees Organic Coffee is renowned for its made-to-order sandwiches and cheesecake and I can attest to the greatness of both. When I last visited Trees, my only wish was that my stomach was bigger so that I could have eaten more than mere half portions.

If I were Rockefeller, Gates, or Jimmy Pattison, I’d treat you to a latte, halva filled croissant, turkey and provolone sandwich, and a slice of cranberry, orange cheesecake myself. But, alas, I am not. Maybe, just maybe if one of those fine gents reads this, they’ll pick up on my offer to you. In the meanwhile, I’m willing to share my love of Trees Organic Coffee and wholeheartedly embrace polygamy in the metaphorical sense so that you, too, can fall in love and have a fabulous, loving-cafe relationship.