emma
markland webster
coffee matriarch BY SARAH ALLEN PHOTOS BY DANIEL ROSE D
ucking into the shade out front of the Oregon Convention Center, Emma Markland Webster squints at Portland's effusive spring sunshine, and comments, more than
asks, "This isn't normal, then?" She's a bit tired, and the sun's a bit bright; after all, the raucous celebrations for the close of the globe's biggest gourmet coffee conference, the Specialty Coffee Association of America (SCAA), ended just hours ago at a bar we can see from right here where we're standing, looming, taunting from across the street.
I try to cheer her: "Head on board and Ken will fix you a mimosa." Wrong thing to say, I realize from her expression. "How about," she counters, "some coffee?"